a short story written in poetic form about youth and loss.
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Death is a Close Friend of Mine
Death is a close friend of mine.I know him well,But I'm still not quite used to the ringing of his bell.He shows up,However unexpected, Cooly, always calm and collected.He perches on my doorLike a bird,Sitting and waiting,Quiet and unheard.His wings lift up black and feathered, quickly and untethered.And away he flaps those wings, all as … Continue reading Death is a Close Friend of Mine
Smiling Faces
We should be nurturers. We're supposed to be a community. We're supposed to listen, to talk with others. To ask, "How was your day?" But when they say, "I'm fine," we're supposed to keep talking.You look into their eyes when they smile or they laugh, through those little window panes. But sometimes- sometimes they're not … Continue reading Smiling Faces
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
Coping Techniques for When Emotions Suck
Emotions suck, that's a fact of life. Anxiety, sadness, anger, etc. Usefull in a primal sense and a modern sense, but they always come when we don't want them to. We're never actually prepared to deal with them. A lot of us have anxiety disorders or just generally struggle to comprehend and compose out emotion-fueled … Continue reading Coping Techniques for When Emotions Suck
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
A Coffee Mug Full of Tears
The heart beats.Slow and rythymic.Tears drip down sorrow strown faces, filling up their glasses.A coffee mug full of tears.One might call it weak.One might call it broken.But a coffee mug full of tears is a heart full of emotions.Every heart beat; each pump pump pump through your veins is a drum of strength.Man does not … Continue reading A Coffee Mug Full of Tears
Spaceship Thoughts 