“Yeah, I’m gonna get popcorn, one sec-…” And then someone sat down. I heard the seat beside me make a creaking noise, and my friend looked over to me. I shrugged and looked over, and in the dim light of the movie projector and the screen, still playing ads for some crappy resort, I nearly […]
Back in the house my father had gone insane, his eyebrows were furrowed and his black eyes bore deep, leaving a dent in my own eyes. I could have used violence on him though, considering the way he looked insane. But I knew that it was a waste of my energy and time to hit […]
For some candles are for fragrance.For some candles are pieces of art.For some candles are for their upy.For some candles are unnecessary.For some candles are their livelihood.For some candles are a collection, a hobby.For her candles are memoriesSome long forgotten childhood.For her candles are shadows playing hide and seek.For her candles are family bonding.For her […]
You said you’d be there,Never leave me forever and always.Yeah, right.If you’d meant what you’d said,Then we wouldn’t be here right now.With me in an itchy black dress looking at the grass.Feeling all the sympathetic stares coming at me,From all angles.With my face wet with salt water tears,And my hands clenched in fists.With that guy […]
Slap, Slap, Slap, Draaaw,Slap, SlapA vicious hack, a gentle tapManeuver with my one side flatSweaty hands clutch onto melike nothing else could block the wrathNails dig in, sharp, like vengeanceand off I’m up speeding above turffor revenge, and an anticipated lurchSlam! I’m down on the groundready to block the deadly send.
Drip, drip, dripThe rain drizzled in front of my disappointed eyes.I sighed-Who knew it was going to rain today? Alone under the roof I stood,Wishing as hard as I couldFor the rain to stop,But of course, it’s no good. Seven years old and hopeless,Stuck at school umbrella-less,Shut off from communication,I’m tired of being patient. With […]
Past from hand to handman to manShoving, Passing,Flying, DodgingWhen the play is overI sit on the shelfWaiting for the next gameMy fifteen minutes of fameThen it’s back on the shelf again