mascara stains on my pillowcase
love letters torn to shreds
memories set ablaze
clouds in the sky covering the moon
fog in the air blocking my view of you
forests and mountains in have come between us
and never have i ever felt so free
Love you to pieces
Loving smile upon his lips
as he gazed upon her face
hands clasped behind his back
one policeman took him away
another covered the bloodied head
while the body search never ceases
the husband meant it when he said,
"I love my wife to pieces."
The Next Morning...
Early sun rays
filtered through the smudged window
illuminating the tears that leaked from her eyes
as she sat there on the edge of the bed weeping silently.
...He Was Gone
The Greatest Injustice of a Dinosaur’s Name
Eighty years ago a new dinosaur was discovered. They called it Oviraptor ("Egg Thief) because it was found on top of a clutch of eggs thought to belong to another dinosaur. The reality was that the eggs were its own. The fiendish "egg thief" was actually a good parent.
The earth cried in agony as He hung upon the tree.
But three days later, He rose from the grave, setting us free.
The Perfect Moment
He fiddled in his pocket, searching for the perfect moment. He had to wait until she wasn’t looking, or he would be caught.
When her back was turned, he slipped the $50 into his mom’s purse. It was easier than arguing with her about paying for their meal.
My sister NEEDS structure. Everything needs to follow a plan and go perfectly, or else the world will end. When I was younger this annoyed me to no end. Looking back on it now though, I really wish she stuck to planning out essays rather than murders.
The predator stalked the girl, watching with keen eyes. It lay hidden from her sight in waiting. As it adjusted its position, it saw its opportunity to strike. In a single motion, it pounced.
As the very fierce predator hit its mark, the girl laughed at her kitten’s pouncing antics.
You are beautiful.
I stare down at your face, calm, resting. Taking in all your features, inhaling slightly when you shift in your sleep. I can't help thinking to myself, this is all I could ever want, to be here with you. But you'll never know I was here, watching while you sleep.
With brightly painted petals, they twist their way through trees. They hang as divine decor against the constant greenery. But be weary; through the passage of time, the trees will wilt. The leaves will perish, and the trunk will be left a grey husk, with only the Wysteria left alive.