I feel safe at home, the other home, my dad's. Him and the dog are the only ones there. There is no smell associated with it, just the same thing I always smell. It sounds like whatever I hear in my headset, because I always have a headset ...
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Writing starter 27
10:39 AM
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I'll never forget how my cousin Conner was always a smartass. One time, when all the cousins were kids, we played hide and seek, and had one rule: don't hide in my parents room. We looked for Conner for an hour before my parents came out of the room and said he bribed them to let him ...
Writing starter 26
10:35 AM
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Clifford was a big red dog,
Nobody liked that show
because it was really stupid,
and taught kids nothi...
Writing starter 25
10:31 AM
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This is no house for the hero.
This is no house for the better villain.
This is no house for no hero
to be "hom...
Writing starter 24
10:23 AM
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My favorite song is Short Change Hero by The Heavy and it says that "this ain't no place for no hero" meaning this place doesn't deserve a hero. I always think of "this place" as the borderlands, because it was featured as the intro song in Borderlands...
Monday, March 24, 2014
Writing starter 23
2:42 PM
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Uncle Jan,
I've been good
I've achieved many things
I miss you
I my life doesn't suck
I'm in good shape
I built a computer
Come over somet...
Writing starter 22
2:32 PM
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Displayed is a fractal
hidden in mist
among junk
unsanitary
a relic
in garb...
Writing starter 21
2:28 PM
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There was a man
sitting outside a house
in the cold
staring into the bright window
hiding
another person inside
breathing heavily...
Monday, March 10, 2014
Poem 6
7:50 AM
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At home in Hamburg,
My parents were fighting,
They got a divorce.
I cried on the deck,
My mom came to comfort me,
I sat there all day.
But it isn't that bad,
They are still friends,
They work hard to raise us.
We're a pain in the a...
Poem 5
7:45 AM
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Memory is vile.
There's always something,
You don't want to remember.
Sad or happy.
There's always something.
Fuzzy or clear,
Good or bad,
A want or a need.
Old or new,
Fake or real,
A want or a need,
I'd rather it be multiple choice.
Fake or real.
You don't want to remember.
I'd rather it be multiple choice.
Memory is vi...
Writing starter 20
7:35 AM
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Frost melts away,
Ice stays at night,
The cold begins to heat,
and make the snow piles low...
Writing starter 19
7:32 AM
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In my daring quest,
I'll settle for nothing less,
Than an enterprise based on DaVinci,
A hotel made for a prince... e
Set up with a stunning lob...
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Writing starter 18
8:23 AM
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North Mardon,
A place of church,
A place of pardon,
A place to perch.
The church of Saint Mary
A small house of god,
My name is not Larry,
I don't believe in go...
Monday, March 3, 2014
Poem 4
7:21 AM
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B Butts, like the stupid inside jokes my friends and I have
R Similar to the shape of my deck and pool
A My childhood swing set
D The end of a bullet, for all the games i've played
L A rake that a cartoon character has stepped on
E Shelving for thoughts
Y Like a tree I used to climb, with branches splitt...
Writing starter 16
7:15 AM
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Trax
very smart
black coal fur
always running in the snow
old dad jokes
loving soul
sti...
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Anna
3:46 PM
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Anna
"I asked how could you do this to me? How could you ruin me?"
"..."
"How can he not feel guilty? Is this just how I'm supposed to react to these kinds of situations?"
"..."
"WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME!?"
"Because they are not my questions to answer" I said.
"If they are not my therapist's questions, then whose are they?"
"They are yours, Milly, and I can not answer them for you."
"Why not? Isn't that your job?" Milly questioned.
"No, my job is to help you answer your own questions."
"Well I'm not going to stand by and...
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