My worn boots clomped to a halt as I stood still on the dock in awe. I tilted my head back to look at her. She was elegant, tall, and beautiful, causing me
“I’m not good at remembering names, so I’ll go ahead and apologize in advance. But it’s nice to meet you.” How many times have you heard this phrase? You walk
I noticed the turquoise streak in her hair first, a streak of blue falling through blond hair like inverted lightning. She wore a choker made out of hemp. Silver rings cluttered her fingers—
Jay loosened his collar and gulped in the stale dusty air. Why did he have to be the one to do the rounds in this creepy old building? It’s because I’m
Crimson and milk canopies frame her mind. Truth and belief stand as giants—doubt stretched between. Self clutches a staff of hope And walks, Ignores the faceless shouts from below—fear, misery, regret—
Music plays in perfect harmony, Colors line the stars in the deepest hues, Words take the breath from her heart, Clouds surpass all believability— Friends frame her heart in hope, Play the music
You two asked me to come with you one Friday night, And I agreed. We sat on the floor of an empty room of an art show With a piece showing rain falling
I remember you. I remember how eagerly you listened to my heart and my secrets. I remember how you wiped my tears And made sure no sorrow was left. I remember you. I
I sat and watched a long black cat With eyes of smoldering gold She paced along a crumbling wall A restless hunter’s prowl. Then sprawled she in the sunlight’s warmth, Her
Emmett slammed the bookstore’s door behind him just as the grey clouds let loose on the busy New York streets. His pear-green flannel stuck out like a cactus in this wasteland of
“No. Absolutely not.” “But Daaad.” Amberly’s shoulders drooped, and she frowned, her bottom lip jutting out. “No buts. We are not getting a dog.” Amberly’s dad, George, shook his newspaper from