Words on peopleThere was once a girl made of words. Adjectives to be more precise. Words were printed onto her skin like unwanted scars. She spent her whole life hiding from her words. Knowing from a very young age she was different. Her mother was so proud to have such a child, thinking she was blessed and unique. She could never understand the horror. Words always hung over her existence, every atom of who she was. Her world revolved around words, while her peers had numbers in their minds.
StarsThere's no place I'd rather be than the sky.The inky expanse stretching endlessly above your head,pockmarked with perfect glittering stars.People dream in stars, without ever seeing them close up.The human race has looked up to the heavens since time began,Always dreaming of the day they might walk amongst the stars and tread with the gods.Science-fiction has always kept this dream alive, with aliens and space travel.It keeps a dream as old as time forever in our sights.
freedomI close my mind to all around me,I wish the world away.I travel to a place where I can dream, write, and read.My reality should be full of history and literature.Instead I am forced into a world of irrational numbers.I wish the world was less sorrowful,and people were still people, not statistics.This great labyrinth we call life is so misleading.Here we are one day shining and content,but go one step further, and we are plunged into darknessI spend my life writing so I can focus onthe importance of my Great Perhaps.I wish to spend less time on impersonal numbersthat convey only cold emotions, and frustration.I can
Six Word StoryShe sighed, realizing nothing ever lasts.
the American DreamI dare you today,be more human.Shirk off responsibilities and run. Leave a wake for those too afraid.Meet others who are just like you.Travelling that path is reckless and joyous.I have gone down that path before.Let's see who can get to the end of Life's marathon first.Never enjoy the simply moments, just keep running.This American Dream is a masquerade.In a country where not everyone can afford a dream.Women's bodies are battlefields.The right to love is rejected by blindfolded, bible-shielded patriarchy.The soldiers come back with eyes too old for their broken bodies.Mothers and Fathers comfort children while bill
A creative titleYou play my strings like the chords of time coming together perfectly. Your fingers perform minuets across my skin. My nerves are calmed, and you know how to talk to them. The music we create could never be recorded in its entirety because only you+I could understand it. We create black holes and supernovas. We make Thursdays interesting. If you were coming in a month, I'd skip days and throw them in the trash. If it were a year, months would blessingly pass in the wake of your memory. Because you are. Just being who you are, the laws of space and time are thrown out the window. The present meets the future as I see you.