Xanadu
 

Identity isn’t the way people see you It’s the way you see yourself Identity isn’t who you want to be But who you are when you’re alone

Her brown hair twisted in the wind like the stems of the pumpkins she picked out Her little hands curiously traced the ridges and bumps of

The rain poured heavily upon me, my black umbrella my only source of shelter as the rain washed away all that was left in its care.

I’m not needed for the Sun to rise nor for the birds to chirp their generous “good mornings” to one another. Branches from gargantuan oak

When I walk downstairs on a typical Sunday, I am enveloped by the warm, comforting smell of baked grain, a freshly arrived guest from...

Within the vast depths of the ocean there live many creatures. However there is a whale that is the loneliest creature in the world. In the

As the morning sun rises, it does not shine over me. I can’t function when everything goes awry. The best choice today is to not leave

As I sit here on my desk Spiderwebs caress its corners, As I contemplate tragedy. “Another one taken from us too soon.”

Catch my breath and hold me. The bond we have is once and once only to have. The chandelier dangles by a thread but continues to hang for a

The sirens flash. The gurney rolls in. The patient is screaming, a knife sticking out of his chest. The rest of the patients in the...