Xanadu
 

The high frequency— wood shifting, notes waltzing with melodic rhythm. The wood, cold to the touch, full of hollow whispers. The empty...

She went out over the weekend. Broke curfew—approximately an hour late. This is not the first time she disobeyed her parents' requests....

Streets I’ve seen before Nature walks through my hometown Breathes new life within Streets that you’ve seen a billion times before can...

Graceful punch through wall Thick white goop bury the hole, Concealing anger. How many holes could it have taken for someone to create...

Our minds never sleep. Thoughts, a river,  never still Unveiling secrets. Why do dreams exist? Are they happening because it is...

Black, white, calico Sleeping on open sun grass, At night prowl around. What do they do all day? When I’m at school or home? I see them...

A star on my sleeve. We walk through time. So hated yet we stay strong — why? Why do groups of people get targeted? It goes all the way...

The ribbons and string. Worn out and broken to threads. So perfectly fit. Sometimes I wonder if anyone appreciates Pointe Shoes. Every...

Between book pages, petals flatten, imprinting nature’s silent prose. Nature is known for its constant change. Flowers start as seeds....

Five, seven, five counts Of poem I can’t quite grasp. Beauty in restraint Sometimes without rhyme, but supposedly with reason. Serving as...