Tag: writing

  • Losing

    Truth will set you free  What will you lose if it does?  Love? Comfort? Yourself? 

  • Not For a Second

    I stood backstage and watched the play.  Until this very show, I thought I had done the right thing, gone down the right path, but now I wasn’t so sure.  I had believed Derek when he told me things were going to change, but we were now ten weeks into the show and everything was…

  • No One Saw Her

    “I know she was here.  I tracked her phone and she is here.  Let me in!”  I knew I was almost screaming, but I was on the verge of being completely hysterical.  I knew my sister was inside.  Either by choice or she had been forced to come in.  Forced to stay.  I was opening…

  • Leaving

    He left me for cash  Money I didn’t know I   Was saving for him 

  • Footprints

    When I saw the muddy footprints crossing the newly mopped kitchen floor, I was initially furious.  But when I saw the message on the wall, I thought I was hallucinating.  My neighbor had departed from this life six months before and I had yet to fully accept his death.  But the message had to be…

  • Playground

    Where is everyone?  They went to the park to play  Run, jump, swing and slide 

  • West

    Wagon wheels turning  Dust flying into thin air  Blowing westerly 

  • Migration

    I knew the migration would happen as soon as Mr. Walsh walked into the classroom.  My only hope was he had gotten the letter and had headed for the hills.  But either he didn’t get the letter or he didn’t care.  Only I knew what he did and what was coming for him.  I knew…

  • Ghosts

    He never believed in ghosts  Which is a lie that he boasts  He was always one to scare  His heart being almost bare  Maybe he should move to one of the coasts 

  • Color

    Watching butterflies  Swooping up, down, all around  Colorful flowers