Escape from the boredom of everyday life with some short stories, poems, and all things writing.
The sun has just passed its high pointAdmiring the world belowAnd the world below admires itTaking in its lightBlinding beams stretch outAgainst the backdrop of an empty skyNot a cloud dares invade the spaceA sole airplane crosses the blue dessertGradually the sun begins to descendLittle by little the shadows begin to stretchAlluding to the darkness […]
MoreA dark void has consumed the skyLeaving no traces of yesterday’s sunLittered with starsThe vain moon is upsetThat no one is awake to admire itA deep silence fills the airOnly occasionally interrupted by the sound branches disturbed by a slight breezeOr a cricket’s chirp on a warm summer’s night
MoreI worry I will not be able to cry at my mother’s funeralOr my father’s for that matter I worry that as people stop by to give their condolencesThey will notice I don’t care much for their wordsLuckily sunglasses can help me hide I worry about the days afterThat things will go back to normal […]
MoreThe perfect familyThe children always smiling and politeHolding their parents handsWho in turn hold each other’s handsDressed in their bestAs they head to Sunday morning church servicesThey take their seatsHands together in prayerThey listen quietlyThen all of a suddenA mistake by the littlest oneCauses a loud bangA sudden yank by the fatherWith his eyes on […]
MoreBewareTormenting soulsMemories of the pastDressed as beastHowling in the darkCausing havocSniffing out the stenchOf the guilty onesGnawing away at the mindTearing at the spirit Draining lifeDriving there victim into madnessLeaving nothing morethan an empty shell
MoreA loud sirenA pair of doleful eyes looks into the rear view mirrorRed and blue lightsPull over slowlyRoll down your windowTwo hands on the wheelGoosebumpsA shiverBe politeNo sudden movementsDo what they sayYou have nothing to worry aboutYou did nothing wrongDear God protect meA giant manFlashlight in handMarchesBe politeNo sudden movementsDo what he saysI have nothing […]
MoreThe delight of the end of the work dayQuickly replaced by the dread of the journey homeThe streets are filledTraffic flowing like molassesDrivers blinded by haze of the afternoon sunLost in their worldWith lingering thoughts of work or what waits at homePerhaps loud music or the afternoon newsTwo cars smashed togetherCan’t help but catch their […]
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