Everyone says to keep yourself organic Keep all your parts together That replacing it all takes you away Removing more than just the base What makes you human What gives you the soul to live It should feel no different For each part remains the same The wires and circuitry span the muscles and skin…

I just want to be in your arms Have them wrapped around me like a warm, tight blanket With my little feet on top of your huge ones As we waddle like one big penguin And you have me wrapped in your big coat         5 Like a safety net so the harsh…

Dark. A cold dark morning. Morning filled with excitement and expectations Excitement for the challenge ahead Ahead, The Mountain. Blocking out the sunrise. Blocking the way to the summit. Way. A dark rocky path with countless turns and twists. Turns that lead surprising directions with new paths. Twists with holes and rocks that distract. Rocks…

Take a deep breath into my lungs Holding onto the air’s chill with selfish intent, Reluctant to let it go Breathe out anyways. Watch the trees sway Realize in this moment they only exist for your perception Understand they may have been meant for someone else’s. People will come and leave. Sometimes the leaving is…

I wished you would have stayed. I wished you and I would have lived happily ever after. I wished this nightmare would have ended and we’d be at Dairy Queen once again. But this isn’t the movie Aladdin, and unlike him, I don’t have three wishes.  My heart was 1,720 miles away in your Army…

Don’t hold it too tight, else you set it free That precious piece of peace. It has gone too far, and a hopeless venture cannot guarantee. To what extent, you will never know the degree You protect the claws of the beast. Don’t hold it too tight, else you set it free. Something cries in…

I thought the church lived in the buildings the ones with vaulted, ornate rooms filled with women in their best dress and men in their starched suits judging the faded blue of my denim I thought the church lived in the book the one I bought secondhand lugged around every Wednesday and Sunday the book…

Rest assured of certain rain Of troubles you will surely gain That grow and sprout on errant trunk Fed well on woe they’ve gladly drunk A forest filled with saddening trees No other way no labors ease Strength is borne of constant toil To weed and clear your patch of soil This trail so long…

I hate to see My Mother cry It hurts my little Pink insides I’d rather be kicked In the head Than see another Tear shed Down that face It looks like mine I would prefer a knife In my spine To shed her tears And drink them up She stares me down And fills her…

Melancholy Sickle cuts of bitter harvest Honey and salt-blood Dry your eyes, Oh indifferent one Wanton Unrest Lift you from an effervescence Beautiful child Futility is a fever of the mind And lugubrious the fates of the infected Touched with Melancholy

Sunlight blazes, distant in the horizon Like a waning love not yet forgotten. It paints fire in twilight colors across an unbound sky. Colors which fall and gather in the river below, Trapped there as the water flows. Pillared trees and somber mountains Rise to hold the sky aloft, the roof of a grand cathedral….

Floating on a sea of empty feeling Broken words, Falsified promises, It’s hard to hold this An arabesque of confidence And keep aboard my boat of utter apathy This quantum entanglement is of dread and destiny As idiosyncrasy plagues and weighs upon my soul I stare, the world a moving set of contradictions Ephemerality is…

He swings High. So high. His suit is tight, But he does not mind. The freedom of swinging, It undermines That uncomfortable uniform That he wears all the time. Biography: I’ve always been drawn to the arts. I find that creating art is a good outlet and way to connect with other people. Art can bring…

Who taught Icarus to run from home? To run to golden arms of unsettling perfection? To hold tight to something so beyond reach it would be his undoing? Did he know? That each second spent would slowly steal the color from his hair? That each kiss would leave a darkened sun-mark on his sand-pale skin?…

Long ago in a land far away, A boy named Cinder-Elliot did play. He was happy and free ’til that sad day came When his mother died and step-father placed blame. Years passed and Elliot toiled His step-brothers poked fun, his happy plans foiled. One day a change came by, When a royal messenger did…

My father emphasized traditions and Christmas was no exception Always, button up shirts and glasses of eggnog around the dinner table Regardless of heavy and  humid Decembers in Alabama But none was heavier than when his seat was left bare   My mother bought the biggest tree, it scraped the ceiling And never had I…

when I think of the crazy things that life hath given us so far, I think of how far we have come how far we can go. stop looking back dear look into my eyes and see the future I see see your glory in my eyes you are not any more than you need…

Everyone has wishes. They can be big or small, selfish or selfless, known by all or known by one. Some wish on the stars and planets while others wish on candles while still others wish on angel numbers.  Mykala is no different. A girl whose dreams range from inconsequential things to the unreachable. At five,…

I could feel the heat radiating from her skin; bright rosy cheeks and wide green eyes stared back at me. I could feel the words she sang in her head through the air. I could feel her hands twist into mine, and though my face felt as hot and red as hers, I wasn’t nervous,…

A desolate stream of water and neon ripples away when the step of a white shoe exits the Aeromag. The shoe then pulls a young man in azure pants dressed with a silver belt paired with a scarlet shirt that has just an embroidered smiley face up on the chest. The man takes a deep…

“You’re needed in Mr. Serino’s office right away,” came a slightly pinched voice through George’s office phone. George gulped. What had he done this time? He didn’t care much for his job anymore, but he still didn’t particularly want to lose it. He knocked on his boss’s broad oak door and heard a muffled “Come…

How do you mark the change in a man? How do you know when, exactly, he decides to throw aside everything he has known and live a life of tyranny? Is it one single, definitive moment or rather the culmination of wrongs that make a villain? I never considered myself a villain. I suppose every…