a short story written in poetic form about youth and loss.
Short Stories
Appearances are not Always as They Seem
GRAPHIC WARNING: I don't get too grotesque in this, but there is mention of guns and blood near the end. If this is upsetting to you it may be best not to read. The good news is though most of my other writing doesn't contain anything like it! As the sun dawned over the blissful … Continue reading Appearances are not Always as They Seem
Books Are Easier to Read Than People
Books are easier to read than people.Words on a page hold more merit than expressions on a face.Lines and stanzas and paragraphs.They have form, linking together to form coherent memories. But people- they make no logical sense.Their decisions are fueled by hidden motives.Their faces pose as masks, the closest contender to showing their true expression.Mouths … Continue reading Books Are Easier to Read Than People
Focus.
Brain is screaming,My head is spinning.Words fly through my thoughts;An endless garble of chaos. I hear someone calling my name-Ooh, is that a butterfly? No. Focus. Keep focus.Pay attention. Listen. Focus.Psychology is the study of-Crap, did I forget my homework? I think I have an essay due on Monday- No. Stop it! Listen.Focus your thoughts, … Continue reading Focus.
Light Like Fireflies
1. 2. 3.Lights blink out like fireflies;One by one they float into the night, Their bright fire dwindles out as they find their place among the stars.He takes them home, leaving their light to shine on forevermore.But here,Down below,Their warmth no longer radiates on,It leaves when the light blinks out its last.And we mourn;We mourn … Continue reading Light Like Fireflies
Amongst the Winter Storm
Have you ever noticed that the cold seems to be much more lasting than the heat? I suppose cold is merely the absence of heat. Without heat the cold itself would be non-existent. Then again, nothing exists without its counterpart, so heat couldn't exist without the cold. Heat is one of our most proactive sources … Continue reading Amongst the Winter Storm
The Old Grandfather Clock
At the hour when all seems still in the dusk of night, the sky sits an unwavering sheet of black, blanketing the horizon. And the old grandfather clock chimed midnight. Noise erupted from its bellows, sending forth a shrill sound through the dead night of the old, crickety house. Though none of the residents of … Continue reading The Old Grandfather Clock
Are You Listening?
Are you listening? Not just hearing the single words, the sentences, each-and-every syllable coming out from the person’s mouth. Are you really listening? Listening to the feeling and emotion interlocked with ever crooked glance and smile. Listening to the tears slowly dripping down their cheeks … Continue reading Are You Listening?
Spaceship Thoughts 