Language of Communication
This is the language that I was taught ___ This be the language I’ve known My speech has been bent by rules and disguised by grammar ___ _My voice rasps…
This is the language that I was taught ___ This be the language I’ve known My speech has been bent by rules and disguised by grammar ___ _My voice rasps…
It is strange: it is only a Voice, a beautiful, sonorous tide washing over you as you move through your day. And yet, much like the ocean you’ve never seen and…
There is something about that voice that is electrifying Something mysterious, unknown, & undying A smile so devious that goes with this voice It makes my…
Ethrel froze, his rough iron blade hovering above what was left of a tiny carcass. Uneducated as he was, this seemed wrong, or out of the ordinary at the very…
“Thoughts that are articulated are free. The rest are just prisoners in their own world.” I remember the day I started to form, those words echoing in my…
“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind I was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere... they’re in each other…
Have you taken the time to listen to the wind lately? Not to the sound it makes blowing through the trees and tossing dried leaves along the ground but to the…
I imagine the headlines. One word will line the top of the article, the one word that my parents will mutter questionably and sadly for the rest of their…
“I kill depressed characters.” “I love my life.” “Never mind.”
“What? No way!” “Well, I did buy dinner.” “I don’t care if it was a four-diamond meal at the top of the Eiffel Tower, let alone this diner. I said ‘no’!”…
“Naw, it’s my fault,” He says back in a rather amazing voice (the kind you just don’t want to stop listening to). I take a step back and look up through my…
The deer leaned contentedly against Elise’s hips, closing its eyes trustingly. Elise stroked its head absentmindedly as she stood looking out over the meadow…