Blogging, poetry

Poem: I used to be a little boy.

Days they change to months that'll never stay Like dandelions in the wind the past just blows away Scattered All the colors of yesterday today have faded to grey I remember that place called home on the front porch I used to play There used to be such a magic to my life Like holidays… Continue reading Poem: I used to be a little boy.

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Blogging

Nostalgia Pt. 2

Life is how it is, and there's no changing that. It comes, and it goes. Along with it, moments come, and moments pass. But these moments, they don't ever truly die--not so long as someone is there to remember them. Through this graveyard of memories is our only real way to access our past. And… Continue reading Nostalgia Pt. 2

Writing

Flash Fiction: One More Step

It was like the air around gave in and the entire weight of the world fell upon her brittle self. She felt the tremors of earthquakes, the batter of bombs, and saw the spin of a twister. Shaking knees upon which she stood begged for relief, but got none.