Xanadu
 

My hero is lost Left for me to play a game of hide and go seek Finally found you yet it’s only Your name on a piece of smooth chiseled...

Hands knit together for prayer, my mother slurs bible verses in my ear to coldly remind me that I was going to hell. We collect...

Your improvisation never seemed to run out of ideas. You placed two chords next to five just to return back to ones. You jumped from...

I have many different uses. I end the old, Begin the new, And shorten the length of words. Too much of me can. Lead to a fragment. ...

He always managed to lose it, blaming her even though it had merely slipped from his worn denim pocket and into the unexplored crevices...

You popped up, greeting me with oh no no no, oh god. Calm down it is just a question. You are poking me, tapping, pondering, you’re...

Mr. Striker's dull voice and lack of enthusiasm leave me staring at a smart board with words and symbols I do not know. What...

In this absence, I was breathing in the words unspoken left to linger in the air felt the weight pressing down against each strand of...

Shortness of breath, heavily panting, a sharp pain in her weak lungs as she sprints endlessly down streets, her mind racing...

He got home from work at eight, the same age she had just turned last week. They had about an hour before the MET closed and it would...