Category: School Writing

The breath of your eyes runs along the slope of my nose, And the hopes of my thoughts drown under the stance you composed. On the tip of a tongue, you created ice of my mind. You dangled trust amongst unstable and whispered wants of mine.  Created of redemption, And filled up with despair, I… Continue reading Melt →

What a novel idea to look into my eyes, What a novel idea to walk circles in disguise, What’s a mirror filled with fog, when there’s water to clear it? What’s a nose filled with breath that is needed to steer it? How’s the trace on my fingers going to hit you with hate?  What’s… Continue reading Therefore, I am. →

Watch now, Watch Free,  View me explode,  Tune in,  Turn out,  And prepare to reload,  Create space between your fingers and grasp for the group,  Don't mention the colors you obtain for proof,  Lie there, Lie still, Countless suspects foot the bill,  Running red, The negativity spreads,  The house becomes drenched in one, tiny threat. … Continue reading October →

The air hung thick upon our perspiring bodies. A long day, to say the least; after hours of frolicking deep within Eleanor Tinsley Park, our feet dragged as we followed the seemingly endless herd towards the exit. I wanted to be transported back to Mary France’s comforting Land Rover, but seconds were stretching into hours.… Continue reading Black Square →

I can feel the humidity bubbling underneath my new polyester jacket. Suddenly, the coffee stain from this morning’s breakfast did not seem to bother me as much. I could care less about my shattered screen on my phone or that I had lost my credit card somewhere between my office and this bus stop. The… Continue reading I Love School Buses →

Under siege, marked a girl, surrounded by mirrors. She sat inside the dimly lit room and stared at the mirrors. As the candle steadily melted, she sat in the corner, staring at the mirrors. Through the sound of the night and the passing of the train, she remained on the floor, staring at each mirror.… Continue reading Something Over Nothing →

Recently, I was asked, “Do think there is hope for the future?” An ambiguous term to throw around the dinner table, future, I pondered. The word had never bothered me before. The future had always seemed like a tangible object to me; I used to stand in my bathroom, staring straight into my own eyes.… Continue reading Penny Lame: The Prequel to New Age Wasteland →