Bubbles catch the light separated, and float to the ground. Creak, clack. My shadowed legs protrude through the top of my head. Some say that you can't see something that isn't there, but I can still see my shadow.

Sick of the Dark

I am sorry, but I haven't read. She just hates when I do that. She is in knots right now. She is also in the middle of the night. I am not the cute paper and ribbon book of subjects. I never have told. I can't.

The Amethyst

If I had kept it any longer, I would have convinced myself that I wasn't even human. I first began to think, I wish I knew something, that I was sent here for some reason. I should clarify, it started with the black holes, but went on. Sleeping and being awakened by a person who I somehow knew. Then I went with him. He led me to the window and told me to jump, and I answered my name, just 'Odd'.

If A Band-Aid Could Hold Together The World

For one day, the clouds would unite in a single circular strand of ribbon in all shades. It would circle around and around, until it met up with its beginning, and happily ended there. It was as colorful as all the people below, and as plain as the sky extending above. All of the world would see it, and they would be in awe of its beauty. And the awe would last for seconds. And the people would move on. And the cloud would disperse again into its normal routine of filtering sunlight through grey. Not enough of the people would see what the clouds were telling them; that they should all come together, no matter their differences, because they are the same. Not enough, even of those who realized, would notice or care that the cloud dispersed as soon as they looked away.

Icarus

I could make wings of wax and white feathers, and I'd fly up to meet the blue sky and sail through the pink clouds. And if the summer got too hot, and my wings melted, I'd be happy if I landed in the sea in time to see the sunset reflecting on the endless water.

To A Best Friend

I wish you'd take all of my wishes of happiness and safety and put them away in your head and your heart. Now that you're hurt and unhappy, and my wishes for you have been laid in stagnant water by your feet for a moment too long, I can only hope that you'll put everything anyone else wants for you aside, besides this: never give up hope that today you can show people who you are and be proud; today you can make someone smile; today you can be the person that someone else wants to model them self after; today you can change a life forever; today you can be the person that I know you are, the one that I've loved since the first day.

I love to hear you laughing quietly.
I hate to think that you're upset with me.
I think we can change the world together one step at a time.
I believe that we will always come away from our struggles stronger and wiser than when we faced them.
I feel like saying "I love you" to someone who I know deserves it.
I wish I could go stargazing with you tonight.

The horizon shot flames of burning, and the grey clouds like smoke billowed in towers. They took as a wisp and smoothed your cursive name across the sky, and circled in sky-blue eyes. The rain fell like slow tears, and left spots like watermarks on my skin. Every time I blinked, the lightning ended in a flash of smile, and I smiled back and looked up, waiting for the thunder of your voice and your cleansing happy tears to pour.

(Un)Lucky

I had the urge to scratch "Don't let anger get you down" into the side of the man's shiny gray car. I wanted to test him, to see if he would follow the words, or his emotions. I resisted, only because I already knew that he would let his anger cloak him until "justice" was served. That's all crime is, is something that was taken away, whether it be material, emotional, or power. No one would stop to think about what hadn't been taken away. The man would only be angry about the car, and all of the money that went into it, and the ruined picture-perfect paint. He would never stop to think that he still had $2,000 saved in an account for when his son got older and went away to college. He would never stop to think that he still had that son. The thought "At least I'm still alive and healthy," would be unlikely to cross his mind.