Xanadu
 

Side by side since my heart began to beat. How could a bridge divide the care one feels for another? A car to the passengers inside, the safety of a four thousand pound vehicle comforts; yet the engine runs with or without. The George Washington bridge cuts through the river— cuts through my heart. Lives without bother in his domain. From laughter to late night stories, hiding on the roof, and comedy movies. A diary filled with secrets, you were to me— no longer am I to you.

Your love—strong and supportive like the underside of a desk. Without it, the world would not function. However, the love is indifferent—no one thinks about your love. Your flaws and sins—gum and marker. The laptops and papers on top would not be the same. You love in the quiet, and no one sees it, although without it, would anyone love?

As far back as I can remember, I never wanted to grow up. Whenever faced with the idea, my instinctive reaction was consistently pessimistic. “Don’t you wanna stay out late and be able to drive and… ?” All the incentives being thrown at me were meger in comparison to the misery that I, from a young age, couldn’t help but notice came along with the wrinkles and sunspots. The fogged distorted lens of the world that we look through for the first couple years of our lives was abr

Indifference is the snow Fresh powder frosting over sharp metal edges The skis seamlessly slice through untouched white. The slope is like a blank canvas — anticipating more adventures to paint its picture Run after run each imprinting new piercing spirals Unpredictable moguls periodically appear like mini mountains They fear an abrupt tumble — but an easy recovery reassures them Why? The skis guide through uninterrupted Snow continuously falling — Sealing the newly created t

The dirt, it travels along my floor forming a clear path. It covers my blanket, comforter, pillows—my bed. The grimy feeling against my skin. I wash my sheets, the dirt— it’s gone. You would come from the outside drawing in soil left on your paws. In my room, you jump on my bed and kiss my cheek. Your paws constantly create a mess. It’s displeasing—an inconvenience. Consistently, I wash the grit away. As you lay there, I cuddle up to you. Resting your head on my stomach, I sc

The year was 2012. Beelzebub passed me the sales report, and almost missed my hand entirely from the sheer darkness of our office. We had to save money in any way possible. Things weren’t looking good for our new start-up fast-food business—Satan’s Supper. Corporate America was nothing like anything we’ve experienced before. Despite this, Beelzebub, “the Lord of the Flies,” kept a similar aesthetic as the days when we were buddies in Hell. He was a squat individual with small

Standing at the edge of a tall red cliff looking up upon the big blue sky speckled with small singing birds. Looking down small pieces of stone sliding off the face leaving ripples in the water below. I take a step forward, pebbles shifting under my feet. World growing silent, deafening me. The familiar voice of my fiercest enemy, fear. I feel my feet lift into the air, the wind catches me in a cradle. Earth begins to rise around me the smooth walls growing ever taller. Closi

In the midst of April, on a breezy afternoon, a cardinal is flying away from a bird feeder after hearing my feet crumple the dry grass. Landing on a tree, shaking the branches and leaves. She stands in a stream of sunlight far enough to observe her beauty, but completely out of reach. She whistles— looks at me, then flies away to areas unknown. My backyard— the nature it holds. A ground brought up on laughter flourishing with shared experiences between two of the same. Used w

So many wonders in this hall. Every step I take on its reflective floors Echoes—like a cave. Displays of splendor and artistic flare, Screaming several different emotions, countered by the Blank, blaring background lights humming over the works of art. In awe of the artistic accomplishments, Each art more detailed and elaborate Capturing my attention the second it catches my sight, holding my attention All—except for one. A statue, given so much effort and passion into its cr

The nightclub made her ill. Blinding red light, bodies moving, thick, stale air. Elle felt like vomiting, but she needed to find him. The only reason she was here was because of him. Elle was pushing her way through people, when she saw him. Tall, dark hair, charming smile. When she first showed her mother his picture, her mom told her, “Be careful with that one.” She didn’t know what her mother meant at the time, but now she was starting to realize. He was whispering to a gi