White lights wink on the housesIcicles drip down from the roofsNeighborhoods are decoratedTinsel is overflowingEvery home feels bright and warmReady for Christmas day
Tag: Writing
December (Snow Wonderland)
Drifting from the sky comes the dazzling snow Embracing the Earth in a white blanketCreating an Everlasting joy in those young and oldMany kids stop and shoutBurying their hands in the fresh coatEager to play and have funRacing together through the night
Bleeding Heart
Hurt. Pain. Abandonment.These emotions swirl within my head. My heart drops the moment I hear your voice.You blame me for everything, but I’ve done nothing.I know this, and you know this.But neither one of us will say anything.This cycle of worthlessness continues.
New Year, New Me
New Year, New Me I say this every year But I’m still the same old me. Nothing changes I make the same goals Hoping to fill some kind of hole But it never happens Goal 1 I will become more organized Ha! That’s laughable. My desk stays a mess The clothes pile up Papers are …
Taking a Stand (Bad Dog)
I’m standing there in shock. He’s standing in front of me with his dog on a chain growling and looking hungry. I stay quiet as he goes on a monologue. My eyes track him as he chains his dog to the wall and begins walking closer to the trap I planned. As he begins to …
The Jump Off (Bluff)
I’m standing there as I watch my crush, Selene, talk to some guy. Her laugh that I love so much is on full display. I’m getting jealous when I hear her asking him if he wanted to join her and some friends and go BASE jumping. When he agrees, I can’t help myself. “I can …
Dragged Down (Ponytail)
I let out a blood-curdling scream. “Let go of me!” I yell as I am dragged by my ponytail. I’m kicking and trying to break free, but it’s not working. Their grip is too strong. I won’t be surviving this trip.
Daily Torture (Scrape)
Krrrrrrrnk Krrrrrrrnk The sound is torture to my ears. It’s why she does it. My headache increases as she continues to scrape the knife against the metal. I don’t know how long she’s been doing this since I woke up, but it feels like ages. Finally, the sound stops. I take a chance and crack …
The Ritual Sacrifice (Salty)
The knife in my hand trembles. My sobs forcefully shake my body. The tears stream down my face leaving a salty taste in my mouth. I can't do this anymore. How many times am I going to sacrifice a piece of myself for him? He doesn't love me. He's just using me. Yet, I still …
A New Age (Fowl)
If you had told me when I was a teenager, that in ten years I would have to teach students how to fight against a flock of fowls rather than to write an essay, I would have laughed in your face. It’s not a laughing matter. When the first wave of chickens began attacking their …
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