GrowingI hear the scattering leaves beyond my window
It reminds me of things I knew so long ago
How to hold a ball and just when to throw
The sound of a hundred boots tromping through the snow
When there was no question as to where I'd go
A superstar in the spotlight, the man in the moon
We knew without doubt that we'd all be there soon
Filled with the urgency of things that children do
Just as our instructors said, lacking even a single clue
Oblivious to the world around us, no matter how we grew
The feel of card stock in our hands
The smell of Autumn settling on the land
Plastic and wires coming to take all our time
Without a single worry to weigh on our minds
But these things have long since come to pass
Each gone our own ways with the splitting of the class
Our childhood minds as green as corroded brass
And with the shards of dreams sparkling like shattered glass
We each learned to buckle and join the faceless mass
And for all the places I might have been
Or all those things I may have se
Just One NightEmma closed the door behind her and laid her head in her hands. Daddy was not coming back. Things would not be okay. Lena would cry more and the bottles would still be there in the morning and she would hurt; that woman they called Mother would hurt her. Emma could not let that happen. Lena would never hurt like Emma had to; not if she could help it. She needed to become stronger and braver and better. Better so that she could control the bottles instead of letting them control her. Better so that they didn't need Daddy any more. Emma would be the one to make everything okay. All she needed to do was become stronger.Just One Night1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I sealed away,
I sealed away,
I sealed away all my memories..."—Yawn
But tonight Emma was just an eight-year-old girl who had just lost her father. She let the tears fall and the sobbing rip at her throat and the hollow feeling in her heart burn everything—everything—away. F
The BoogeymanLay low little children and weep for the dawnThe Boogeyman1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now you learn that the night is long
Sing of the stars, oh how they twinkle
That you may know your eyes and how they sprinkle
Voices shake and rise to plead
As little throats tear and bleed
Learn the lessons well, open your ears
And let little minds find their fears
Do you fear the thunder child?
Or the world beyond, all tangled and wild?
You will know that it is the lightning, in truth
That will tear from you nail and tooth
For the time is here, little ones
When you shall pray hard to see the sun
So wrap yourselves as best you can
Because, little ones, I am the Boogeyman
Honest PsychiatristNormal, your brain is not.Honest Psychiatrist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a guess at what you got.
It's needed for your medication.
Label shouldn't cause frustration.
Guess at what pill to take.
So many that they make.
Don't know about your brain.
Could make you more insane.
Effects are usually small.
You may have none at all.
We warn just so you know,
Your pain may just grow.
Your brain isn't fried.
Just another to be tried.
Patience is what I need.
I promise it isn't greed.
So here's another pill.
Maybe now you won't be ill.