He appeared from nowhere. He did not know where he was, why he was there, or even who he was. He was wearing armor. He was carrying a large hammer. He didn't know why. The grass was green, the sun was shining. It was very pleasant. There was a colorful circle on the ground at…
Birds gather Then scatter Flying every which way They soar to new heights And see new places Or old places In a new way My thoughts gather Then scatter Every which way Sometimes they fly away, sometimes They soar to new heights Sometimes they fall flat, sometimes They take me to new places Or old…
The red pill is red The blue pill is blue Which would you take If it were up to you? Roses are red The sky is blue The sun is bright yellow But don't look directly at it. 'Cause, ya know. You'll go blind. Roses are red Violets are blue But are they really? Wouldn't…
This is a cop-out. This is not a post. If this were an actual blog post, there would be a vague yet meaningful title, followed by actual content. A message of some sort, perhaps a story or a poem. Something interesting and witty, like the next great American novel, only shorter. There might even be…
When I was a little kid, I couldn't swallow pills. Not even little ones. They would stick in my throat, their bitterness spreading on my tongue, and I just could not swallow them down. Couldn't do it. So my mom, being the nice and amazing lady that she is, would stick a pill in a…
Alright people, listen up. This is important. It must be important because I keep seeing people talk about it. It's been around for a long time, and people are still talking about it. The whole theory that there was enough room on that damn door for Jack too. That Rose was selfish and didn't let…
A single rain drop on your cheek. A single tear floating on the wind.
Nestling my head Soft and sweet, comfy and neat Invites me to sleep
Don't be afraid of the dark. Be afraid of the things in the dark. The things in the dark are monsters and beasts. They have razor sharp claws and rows of jagged teeth. Some run really fast, some fly and some swim. Many are furred, but some are scaley, or wet and slimey things. They…
Fog obscuring sight Silence ringing in my ears What will happen next? - What happens next? Is my question for myself. My question for my life. - What: thing or event Happens: action, consequence Next: afterwards, time -
