Snow never fell so silently, so much a whisper behind the chaos before it.
This was meant to happen.
A red seeped forward, the snow receding at its contact, as if disgusted by the turn of events.
This was meant to happen.
Glass across pavement, strewn along the ice that only embraced the asphalt the night before.
This was meant to happen.
Breaths: quick, long, shuttering, snapping, tumbling into nothing, disappearing with the inhale of the snow; strangled, scattered, mirroring the glass, mirroring the pale oblivion past the outstretched rubber arms of the bumper.
How was this meant to happen?
Sobs, hy
Tick. Tick. Tick.
June stared at the alarm clock. She didn’t know where it came from, how it got there. All she knew was that it looked almost exactly like her father’s old one, with a yellowed face and bold, old style numbering.
It sat on the shelf in the antique shop, and while a thin layer of dust coated everything else, it looked newly cleaned. It seemed out of place in general, she thought, still staring. It was the only mechanical thing in the shop; there were mostly just carvings and furniture.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Maybe it was the owner’s alarm clock, and for some reason they
i do not look out my window.
there are butterflies all around the car.
soft, inviting colors seep into my vision through the corner of my eye, the flutter of paper thin wings seemingly defying the constant noise of the idling car engine and reaching my ears.
i do not look out my window.
they must be beautiful, i think.
they must be enchanting.
they're probably very small. really cute, i bet.
it's frightening.
i do not want to see the butterflies.
i do not look out my window.
instead, i stare straight ahead at the rear of the passenger seat, waiting for my mother to return to the car with my refilled prescription, the one that will make th
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This is the new society
ten-fifty-seventy-ninety-over hundred friends online
three-twenty two-hundred nine the month before
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The Truth: Problems - One of Six by KirstenJacob, literature
Literature
The Truth: Problems - One of Six
Read Out Loud!
We can not run from our problems.
They want us to think they are strong.
But the fact of the matter
is that's absolutely dead wrong.
They make us believe we are the ones meek
Too scared and frightened keeping ourselves weak.
Controlling our lives with their own fear.
A fear that if they let up for even a second
We will rise up for battle
And be a force to be reckoned.
So we are kept at bay
By their shape-shifting ability to adapt
Into the thoughts we wish would just stay back.
Sometimes to survive we try to run away
with a false feeling of hope that would never stay.
And they let us.
An ingenious ruse to keep u
What really happens when kids eat food?
Almost the same as blowing a kazoo
Food be used as food but other things too
We really don't care they're fun to chew!
Here's to chocolate! A marvelous thing!
A tasty delight that has another fun use
To smear on the face with gooey choco-juice
Makes for great camouflage and very messy games
Vegetables and fruits we'll never ever touch
Eying them suspiciously like spies in a bunch
Strangely enough these loops of fruit
go down the hatch without dispute!
If ice-cream doesn't melt and run down our arms
it isn't real at all and should sound your alarm!
If it's real and cold then don't come close
since it
Being an artist is not so simple
Nor is it a gift to those who are faithful.
It is the easiest thing in the world to do
But also the hardest by far to have a breakthrough.
It starts with a thing that some call will.
"Where there is a will, there is a way"
You'll hear them say.
Follow it down a path, don't let it go astray.
Passion is next, but not to be confused.
A mixture of love and anger, that only you can transfuse.
Kept tight in a bottle till the time is right
Then let it explode! Giving new insight.
If by now you've decided, then you'll need some tools.
Canvas, paper, film, get whatever you can use.
Media on which you can expre