what if I never write again?the internal humdrum of the mind derives my facilities.a place I never want to go,yet crave on a hazy day.
A haiku;
The definition
of friend — is subjective to
the values you hold.
“I ate the last Hotpocket,” my brother said, coldly.
With tears in my eyes, I responded, “Why would you do this?”
“Because they’re delicious.”
Luke let out a long, hearty sigh as he gave the lawnmower a push up the hill. One of the most mundane tasks he could think of, being…
I find that my mind is always on edge. New thoughts spinning in the stratosphere of my simple yet complex brain. Neurons firing…
Supposedly, as senses are removed, others become more acute. Anyone who has done a blind taste test knows that this maxim is…
The Buck strolled down the hill through the midwestern forest. The rolling mountainsides were covered in trees and…
The Skeleton Man walked down the street — making skeleton plans.
A haiku (the third and final part);
