Rooftops
Rooftops July 29th 1:47 AM Now I bet you’re probably thinking, “Oh this is gonna be some poem about how life is like a rooftop and blah blah blah just like any other modern day work about hope or life … Continued
These feelings are overwhelming me. It’s causing the tears to edge, yet I will not let them spill. I need to get away, I need to rewind the times, I need to cut the ties that lead to all of … Continued
Sadness is weakness so they say, tear’s will stain nice clothes day by day, but all who fear sadness power, will in themselves be a coward, By Alice Crown, 16, Fort Hamilton High, USA
“GAH! I just want to write something,” i look at my best friend’s face pleadingly, “will you help me? pleeeaaase??” he looks back, completely unamused at my grumbling and annoying attitude. i don’t blame him. “how can i help you … Continued
When I get the urge to create something, whether it be a drawing, or a piece of writing, maybe even a home cooked meal, i always get ridiculously fired up. for whatever reason, this energy comes from an idea i … Continued
I’ll try to smoke my blues away fill my lungs with clouds, because you never did rain. If nothing else comes into play I’ll chase the waves, and guide the grey. Because all I’ve ever come to know has broken … Continued
We hang with such potential. We create a vacuum of nothing and everything. Our being, our existence represents everything I love as well as everything I loathe. We are a 10 hour plane flight, disconnected and empty, suspended in the … Continued
If my lungs could be clouds, I’d fill them with rain. And if your lips were fire, I think I’d suffocate. But all we are is flesh and blood and bones and skin pulled tight over our pretty souls and … Continued