going to rivers,

I search for something to drink

dust surrounding me.

I push by people

who hold vases made of clay,

who hope to provide.

into the water

I lower my own clay vase;

water rushes in.

people around me

carry all that they can hold

back to the village.

after a mile,

I make it to my own home

humble as is packed.

cracked and muddy homes

still serve as a shelter now

after many years.

h...

As I looked into your eyes,

I saw my future go up in flames.

I knew, so suddenly,

nothing would be the same.

Life colored itself before my eyes,

the canvas no longer plain, you are the one

who ended my monotonous pain.

I watch as the path I was going on

burns up in an instant.

You reached out your hand,

called my name, insistent.

You promised a better life,

at the least, something different,

I saw...

“Holy shit, mom?!”...

Moon and Sun are friends. They always have been; they’ve been together since the beginning of the earth, and they used to hope to be like that until the end. Sun still does. Moon, on the other hand, has different plans.

Moon and Sun used to have another friend named Earth. They loved Earth dearly, and they were a trio. Sun had always been optimistic, kind and happy. Earth was creative and unique,...

The sun was so bright

That the moon could only hope

to reflect its light,

and the sun noticed that.

The sun let itself die

so that the moon may shine....

Somehow, my bare feet avoid being pricked by the splinters that reside in the planks beneath me. The dock creeks with every step I take, drawing nearer and nearer to it’s edge. It is has grown old with me; while I thrive, it withers away.

The water gently ripples beneath the wooden structure, softly lapping at the support beams. I pause, hoping to take a moment to admire the strength that the pi...

I hold your hand,

it’s cold in mine.

This is supposed to be fun,

but you keep checking the time.

I like to tell myself that it’s fine.

You look at me,

a fake smile curls on your lips

and when you lean it,

I brace myself for the kiss

is love supposed to be like this?

you pull back

and release me

and when i’m out of your arms,

I feel so free

but I’ll be trapped with you again, eventually....

Red strings, tangled in the air,

soulmates are connected.

But what do you do when your string

tugs you away from who you rest with?

I can see between the lines,

What am I to do?

Logically, I know too well,

I am not fated to be with you.

But how could I find another

who knows me this well?

How could I find another

who makes my heart swell

and my mind race with thoughts,

each buzzing with electric e...

I stare down at the edge of the cliff, watching as tiny rocks tumble down. A shudder ran down from my shoulders and trickled down my spine and my palms began to become slippery with sweat. I clenched and unclenched my fist, staring off into drop.

I sit down on the edge, dangling my feet. My heart races, pounding in my chest. It slams against the ribs that hold it in place, begging to be released ...

A love, so stunning new,

As captivating, as true,

As frightening too.

Enticing as it can be,

Past the surface, can you see?...