let the heart beat
i told you not to forget me but you forgot that too. poetry #171 [copyright afterwords 2015]
i told you not to forget me but you forgot that too. poetry #171 [copyright afterwords 2015]
"i thought about you and i hit the brakes." or: stop accepting the love you think you deserve and accept the love you do deserve.
Try to hear, don't leave me hoping. Please, don't try to quit. Just answer this one simple thing, Can you hear it? Won competition to be published in Creative Communication 2016 Spring Anthology
here is maë. girl. mortal. philosopher. harbinger of death. here is armie. boy. god. lover. armageddon. and here is the end of the world.
Cade Swanson is a high school senior who has only one hope of leaving his awful life: art. On top of the stress of the school year, Cade has a lot to balance. His best friend ignores him every time she's in a relationship, his mom is working two jobs, he's raising his little brother, and he's trying to build a success...
According to the dictionary, a nocturne is a work of art that is inspired by the night. So sing with me, dearest moon, tonight shall be a nocturne. Copyright © by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #52 in Poetry - 11/3/2016 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All credits belong to their res...
Jordan Johnson is your average high school student. He is average in every way from his brown hair and brown eyes to his very mundane existence. His two friends, Joanna and Jonathan, are his larger-than-life cohorts who add the only spice to his life. Determined not to live a life of mundanity, Jordan secretly creates...
Rights and responsibilities is the 2014 theme of National History Day Contest, a broad topic. And I chose to write a just as broad topic of human rights. What are human rights? Is it to prove we're human? Prove that we're humans are right? Or to tell us apart from aliens? Though, now that I think of it, all extraterre...
❝the stars are bright, but i must say your smile is better, any day.❞ [© afterwords 2014, all rights reserved] poetry #301
Who's Superman? Was the question a little kid asked me. And all I could say was that there's no such thing as a Superman. He's just a fictional character with supernatural powers. He's not real, he's made up. But then who will save us when we're in trouble? I didn't have an answer for that.
Nora Blake repels ordinary. Adam Clarke is constructed entirely of ordinary. ● ● ● "I don't want to share you with the galaxy, Nora Blake," he says quietly, and all at once, all the stars inside my chest are being flung across the universe a...