Xanadu
 

The sun's rays penetrate my window,  waking me up to their beauty.  The school bus picks up the kids,  their smiling faces on display,...

Every morning I wake and no one is there, just an empty void and the crows in the air. I hide the ink inside my soul and brandish a...

I'm the garbage bin  holding the muck of my sins. With the press of a button,  the feeling of liberation  from distraught. The painting...

During the noon, clouds are covering the moon. Lights, flashing it up. Milk, pouring down.  The ghost gloomy around in folklore, grim...

I look to you.  You’re supposed to guide me, support me.  I am like a girl in a desert— All I see is scorching golden sand for miles, Or...

A flimsy, thin thread encapsulates your body. It works its way through your epidermis, retina, cochlea, And finally—your parietal lobe....

Following the rules is easy— Go on green, stop on red. Yet a ruby red Mustang  Blazes past the first stop sign. Red means stop. Follow...

My eardrums are hollow. Your voice gets lost in the canyon — I can’t hear you. Butchered affirmations and sermons of tender sentiment....

Dust settles on the book cover. Every chapter has dog-eared pages, with scribbled  notes in the margin. The spine is cracked and crooked,...

Grab your portmanteau Start moving—we’re walking to the Chateau  Stone windows, art nouveau  Distant cousins dressed like hoes Take...