*Sadie gave me the starting line for this<3. Everything else just kind of developed from there ( Read more... )

It's not my favorite. But I sort of like it for some reason ( Read more... )

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Devotion lurks beneath the forbidding pavement
Cement so thick to prevent all the breaking between those monumental lines
Like excerpts from a novel with a romantic twist;
written upon the surface in disguise.
A disguise so convincing, so vividly imaginative
Clever with wit and wonder.
After uncovering all of the messages,
enclosed within a ( Read more... )

The knights of the round table had many stories to tell. As did Tolkien, Dickens, Carroll, Hemingway, and Orwell. Their characters all lived for generations on- leaving a hidden message for all who dwelled upon. And I suppose, whoever seemed to take the words to heart the most, a heavy paged piece of literature between their nose, then began to ( Read more... )

I started this one awhile ago, but kind of gave up on it. All of the endings I tried just didn't sound right. So, I'm leaving it like this. Here's what I got ( Read more... )

Beneath the soles of Thomas Roderick’s shoes lie a distant pair of crunch; crunching maroons and yellows. Detached and unaware of the seasonal alterations. When after the snow melted and found a new home, in the rain gutters upon which the welcoming greens rebirth. For several weeks, the crowning of kings, ordered the way of spring to be moderately ( Read more... )

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Harper hums herself to sleep into a worried mess of delicate woes and irritation. The willow branches clicking against her window pane accompanied by the soft, singing ring of a tune; toned with great admiration. A face escapes her grasp and slithers through the crack in the glass; a grayish white smoke face of memories. Aside the rain coos an ( Read more... )

Autumn aspires to be a melodic line in our summer composition; her favorite. Like delicate fingers pressing to create a rush of maroon, violet, yellow. Because the very beginning starts with a hush; a whisper of interchangeable choruses. And she’s not sound enough to play the exact elongated tone, so she abbreviates. Can the piano compliment her ( Read more... )