Xanadu
 

Driving through Huntington village the young people cover the sidewalks as they make their way to the bars. They talk loudly but not...

To escape from the cultural lies of The inferior female, Who should Cry her tears back into her eyes and Smile as his fingers dance on...

At four years old, I was told that I wasn't allowed to wear nail polish that wasn't pink. Red was too mature, blue was too radical,...

I drive. The road splits the desolate fields that surround me. The sun beams down on the car. I'm alone, with nothing in sight. I feel...

Driving North through the mountainous crag on a cold February afternoon. Snow falling from the sky hits the ground as graceful as an...

I see right through you. If ignorance is truly bliss, I hope that you enjoy wallowing in the murky pool of your own self- pity. ...

The mortal light shining through each apartment window like a candle's flames of fervor escaping its porcelain cage.

The sun slowly sets and the chilly breeze blows, I begin to lose faith in a new beautiful beginning. The morning sun rises and the tree...

Genuine - real as night and day; refreshing as lemonade on a hot summer evening. It's not seen everyday like the cycle of the seasons,...

Always be kind, Be kind to others, And be kind to yourself Always tell someone how you feel, Tell the people you love That you love them...