Gray.
Nothing but dull gray.
No color. No sound. No brightness or life.
Just Gray.
It is the color of nothing.
Bleak and Cold.
A color for mind-numbing.
There...
there's not much to do
here.
after a day or two
i get pretty bored –
sometimes kind of lonely.
but i'm not
really alone.
i've got bukowski for company.
though it's always the...
"Hey, snap me, wouldya?"
My grandma peeped over my shoulder, and read my text message.
She asked me what that even meant.
I told her not to worry too much about it- it was just kid stuff.
*snap*...
Yellow Brick Roads, Yellow Brick Walls
There is no place like home
Chocolate Chip Cookies to Dorothy
Like Red is to White
Like White is to Blue
Like Black is to me.
Rouge, Rouge, Rouge
Ancestors...
After the power surge, Mama got stuck inside her laptop. It was awkward at first, having to leave the tabs open while I was at school so she would have something to do. When I called the IT guy, He said,
“Trust...
Reckless Scrutiny
by Jimmieria Chillis
Bulging eyes, pupils dilated
Hands red
Voyeurism unjustified.
Searching eyes have infringed
upon a most private
moment.
Frantically,
shut the windows
of...
Sipping roasted coffee,
Sun rays caressing the wood grained desk,
September breeze blowing gently through the window
Rustling graded papers,
Blue birds hum songs of joy
In the tri-colored trees outside,
Voices...
My skin is wrinkled cloth
Indigo paper child
Sunburnt polyester
Sixty percent cotton
Interweaved with nylon
Sunburnt polyester
Sixty percent cotton
Interweaved with nigga.
Papa part of that too.
Papa...
Bobby want a big gun
Like all the other boys
Always runnin da streets.
Cause they told him to go
Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill.
Lenses locked, camera
Isn’t rolling. bang. No
Vest,...
Drowning in procrastination. Sinking in piles of pills,
paint brushes, and papers. Waves of sleep and numbness
keep pummeling me. I’m tired. I’m tired of being told how,
when, what, and where. I...
Burn up the Writers
By: Bugg, 10/31/16
If writing exposed people it would be
illegal.
That's why we have
editors for our editors.
That's why it's all done online now.
They couldn't burn up
all...
Nick turned five today, he hid behind a door in the hallway and jumped out as I walked by, laughing.
I get scared when people or things jump out at me. Sure everyone does, but I really hate it...