it started with the garden where life was cherished and everything was pure but it is now covered in soda cans, cigarette butts, and the lingering stench of rotten eggs . a grave site holding wishes, past loves, years unremembered, unfulfilled futures where now plastic forms fossils and sewage forms roots . a spoiled wasteland […]
you are autumn colors with the spring bloom summer joy with the winter beauty you move mountains and settle storms, as strong as an earthquake and as gentle as a rose you change like the phases of the moon but shine when I look for you on cloudy days you are a vacation on the
Music has a way of bringing people together, changing your mood, and making you feel like you’re in a room full of friends when you’re alone. There is a certain science behind the way music is constructed, and I’m not going to pretend to know what it is, but I know that it is beautiful.
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In honor of my grandfather’s funeral today, this is the letter I wrote and read at the service. As a child, your home was a magical place. “Going to Papa’s” meant going on an adventure. It was a place of climbing on tractors, hide and seek in the shed, and four-wheeling in the woods. Even
a broken black stiletto j cole blaring to an empty crowd one fur coat, two broken mirrors, and forty-seven bottle caps whispers of the best friends who are no longer best friends a shot-ski seeking the lips of lonely teenagers turtle-murdering mcdonald’s straws inappropriate doodles lining the side jamb of the bedroom
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lying on the breathing ground I take in cricket’s chirping sounds carried on the summer winds and grasses graze my ticklish skin sinking down into the earth our syncing hearts thrust back and forth becoming one I breathe in deep you take my breath and then release I gaze upon the endless sky alone in
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It was like a tornado warning on a sunny day, like a “made in China” label on an American flag, like a welcome sign on a jammed door – it was like pulling my car on the wrong side of the gas pump, like taking a test without an eraser, like waking up in a
Over the past couple of months I have begun to recognize the importance of self-care. With college starting back up and my extracurriculars filling my schedule, it has been easy to become overwhelmed. Life is stressful, and doing little things can make all the difference. I’ve constructed a master list of coping mechanisms for different
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“Everyone look! Lily Matthews is talking to her imaginary friend again! Hey, hey, hey Lily! Is your imaginary friend gonna swing with you!” Laughter erupted form the far too immature fifth grade class. “She’s not my imaginary friend!” whimpered the little girl as she sat on the swing-set next to an empty, rocking swing. “Her
He stumbled into my arms with a look in his eyes that told me he saw me, but didn’t know who I was. “Watzchout punk,” Eric mumbled, as if trying to remember which letters followed the previous to make a coherent sentence. “Alright buddy, time to get you home,” I responded out of classic habit.
