Tag: writing

  • 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 

  • Guilt

    Guilt and self-loathing  Leading me into the dark  Do not turn your back

  • Light

    Waiting in the early morning light  Wondering why it was so bright  With the twirl of the air  And none of its usual flair  Wouldn’t that be a bawdy sight 

  • Resilience

    She is resilient  Never asks for any help  Go apologize 

  • Cheat

    Snitch and feel the sting  Otherwise, go your own way  Cheaters don’t prosper 

  • The Game

    Beat her at her game  Never to ask where she goes  Do not let her see 

  • The Friend

    “I wouldn’t change this for all the money in the world,” Jess said as she leaned back in the rocking chair.  It took quite a bit of self-control not to say anything to her about the fact I lived paycheck to paycheck and that we were sitting on the front porch so I wouldn’t have…

  • Regrets

    I always regretted not going on the camping trip.  But I was nervous about sleeping outside and nervous about wild animals.  My mother – being the hypochondriac she was – had brought me up to be scared of normal events.  Not that getting eaten by a bear was something that happened every day, but at…