Shake their hands and smile. With a dagger hidden up your sleeve. Keep the people guessing. Where your true loyalties lie. The simple soldier chooses one side of the fight. But the trickster fights no war. They just stick their hand in every soldier's pockets. Whatever to fill their coffers. The turncoat sings with the... Continue Reading →
An idea is like a spark. A small flame of wisdom. Or courage. Passion. Some see the flame as hope. Others as a promise to themselves. Memories of the past. Or an outline for the future. This flame is guarded by each generation. Then handed off to the next. A relay race that extends forever... Continue Reading →
Writing Prompt: “The Yellow lines on the hallway sped by in a blur, and we flew through the night, and we felt free. But we weren’t, and we knew it. We were running away from something, and running away was never the path to freedom. I thought about telling John to turn back. I thought... Continue Reading →
In the quiet moments I feel. Disconnected. Thinking too much about myself. And I get bored. Restless. Worried. I want to speak to someone else. Take the attention off me, please, and give it to the world. Make small talk. Give big talks. Make the world notice you. Not me though. I'm quiet. I'm thinking.... Continue Reading →
Magenta dreams. Deep ocean blues with cerulean foam. Red on her lips. Left some on mine. Setting sun pulls the dusk from it’s sleepy hollow. Sapphire sky and big, burly clouds drift away. The inky black brings the purples and oranges for one final bow. Nothing but purple twilight glistening in our eyes. Header Photo... Continue Reading →
The heavenly woman.She found me while I was dreaming. Her smile was pearlescent.Her eyes were so kind.She told me that her path was righteous.And I believed every lie. Her words were so sweet.That I couldn’t taste the poison.Our fates chained together.I had thrown away the key. Even then, when the darkness reached for me.I did not... Continue Reading →
On Meadow Lane,There lived a man.A man who used to work as a cook at the local elementary school.A kind, generous man who made sure a kid never went home hungry. On Meadow Lane,There lived a woman.A woman who lived her life as a flight attendant.Flying from coast to coast, seeing the world one airport... Continue Reading →
Half Full.But someone keeps pouring me out. - Header Photo Credit to Pexelshttps://www.pexels.com/photo/inverted-wineglass-near-spilled-water-6858629/
***THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR LUCA*** Hello Internet! I hope everyone is doing well and staying healthy. I don’t really have a lot to say to all of you other than I appreciate all of you reading my stuff. It really means a lot to me. Let me quickly talk about the pieces I published the... Continue Reading →
Nostalgic for memories I never made.And a life I never lived.Girls I never kissed.Places I've never been. Every turn to the left.Makes me think of the person who turned to the right.What life do they live?How green is their grass? Header Photo Credit to Pexels.comhttps://www.pexels.com/photo/railroad-tracks-in-city-258510/
Allen The Writer 