Writers-Wonderland

I constantly travel the same paths, never changing my course. Thankfully, the mundane nature of it all is comforting, something that I can always count on as a constant in my life. I can no longer find comfort in the things I used to cherish. My family was thrown into ruins long before I could save it. Sure, I have money, I have a lot of it, but what does it matter, it doesn’t keep me happy. This city, it suffers far more than I but those who live here with much less seem so happy compared to me. I don’t really know why I looked up from my feet, when I did, instead of shuffling back to my daily routine, getting onto the subway car

Stella, like a ghost you remain, a photograph, imprinted in my brain, long ago, flowing golden hair, translucent eyes, skin so fair, you were a Queen, lost in time, never forgotten, in this rhyme, living on, my hope still true, Stella, I forgot to say... that I love you!

                                         Rayne: I decided to take a walk alone in the park. I was use to it, so it didn't bother me one bit. The air felt nice on my skin. It made me feel relieved. The weather was cool, it was early autumn. Autumn was better than than the previous month because they were dry as hell. It was the first time I'd seen the moon in months. It's always a pleasant surprise to see it peeping through the dark clouds in the skies. 3:00 a.m my clock read. I sat on the bench where I can calmly have a nap. I sat down and laid my head back on the bench. I looked to the star. Each individual star looked somewhat different.

Sad Alice Oh the never ending rain. The clouds so gloomy and depressing and the world is just stopped at bay. The gray clouds consume the skies while the mists surround all that exist. The sunshine never touches the pale faces of the people. Their heads are down, their umbrellas are spread and the rain, the rain won't stop falling from the angry heavens. The world is running on slow motion and heading towards upcoming end. No passion in the movements, no life the breath of the stereotypical nature of humans and no fire burns in their eyes. It seems like the world is stopped in one place and it won't move any further than this. And the day, t

I want to spin but you keep pulling me closer and I am powerless against your gravity like the moon's earth-worship, this moment is endless although I'm whisper-singing to you in Spanish, our bodies speak a different language entirely and they're staring at us like they need a translator

a writer of poetry is like a young mother she has survived the messy process and rests happy and exhausted in the glow loathe to lay this new one down, even swaddled in adjectives, contented or wailing she will not sleep she watches the rise and fall, the slow-breath blinking wonders if this piece of beauty is old enough to love her back

"Anything else I can do for you, Sir?" I smiled a great smile holding a pocket watch in one hand and a bottle in the other. "No..." My father shooed me out his room. With a smirk I went to my room and sat in front of the off television. I heard a strange gagging noise then I rushed where my sister was. Alexis Lee was nowhere to be found. The bottle crashing was louder than my cries when I saw the blood and her headless doll lying listlessly on the stained red carpet. My face crashed down to where she had been. I could swear I felt my nose crack when I did, but there was only one pain I felt at the moment. Heartbreak. "So you've found nothin