Monday The most hated day of the week The killer of all things fun Monday The name sign of the Moon The celebration of this celestial body Monday The target of jokes The bane of all workers Having the name Monday is a lot of pressure. When being introduced to someone, they go through three …
I’m wandering around, Lost with no sense of direction. I hear the voices surrounding me. I try to walk towards them, But I keep on getting lost. I want to find my way back, But there are other voices driving me away. I don’t know if it’s worth going to those nice, comfortable voices If …
Children, So happy and free. When I see their cheerfulness, It fills me with glee. They don’t have any worries. They’re all so carefree. I see them everywhere I go. Playing in the park, Swinging on the swings. They play in the sandbox, While fighting over toys. I see them walking with their parents. Down …
Everyone who knows me knows I’m happy. I laugh and joke around with my friends. Whenever I see someone sad, I try to turn their frown upside down. Everyone who knows me knows I’m helpful. I teach and guide others. I hold the door open, Even when my hands are full. Everyone who knows me …
Sleep is for the weak. I say this to myself every night. I do everything I can to stay awake. And the bags under my eyes tell all. When I start to drift off, I slap my cheek. If I get too comfortable, the cold of the freezer provides enough bite. To avoid the land …
All of the weapons lay before me. I want to know if they can see? The excitement that lies within, The eagerness just under my skin. I see the sharp knife, And a smile jumps to life. The blade glints in the light. My excitement soars to new heights. With my weapon finally in hand, …
When the moon rises in the sky The magic of the night comes alive The cackling witches fly by And the ghouls have arrived With the tick of the clock And the swish of a hand The skeletons begin to knock And the wolves begin to stand As the ghosts fly high And the living …
I cautiously approach the front door I stand there wondering if I should open it or run I close my eyes I remember The voices talking filled with laughter The music rumbling through the speakers The playful arguments between cousins I remember The crackling of oil on the stove The slight burning smell that comes …
The crumbling building looms over a deserted parking lot Weeds sprout from the cracks in the concrete Paint that was once sky blue has now faded to gray This building was once a home to many people Now, this building is the home of memories Time has worn away its looks Time has allowed for …
Darkness slowly approaches me As I watch as my loved ones walk away. I close my eyes hoping not to see Who will leave and who will stay. The cold grip of panic clutches at my chest. My breaths come faster And I try not to get stressed, But my heart shatters. I curl up …
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