Xanadu
 

In the yellow cylinder with crowded rows, my friends knew to stop making jokes before we turned the corner. Instant Replay. The small,...

In the quiet place of nostalgia, old pictures whisper tales through the sky. A silver coin with that very year, in the treasury of time,...

The nostalgia of knocking on my neighbors’ doors and all the memories held right in front of my driveway. Gathering friendly faces and...

Pink bubble gum. Pink like the petals of a rose, Soft and delicate, A whisper of a color. Pink like the sky at sunset, A warm and...

I shine like an emerald, Elegant and everlasting. Happy like a green Traffic light. Contaminating like trash. Rich, radiant and rare like...

You stand still while being so tall, the condensation from the morning dew, dripping down fog covered the mirror, that shows what is...

Your forgotten actions are heavy shoes on a common walking trail, leaving splattered mushroom guts. The dirt silently screams as its...

Painting a wall is not easy. The potential to chip, the potential to flake, the potential to waste all that hard work. The flaking of a...

how can i tell you i miss you without sounding desperate, or clingy, or depressing? how can i convey what i feel about us, what we were,...

A canary landing on a branch beyond your walls, or the swaying fluffy dandelion below. Sometimes the excitement when seeing piles of...