Wood Grains and Box Spring
Slacked back I rest in a beanbag,
brown and worn, sadly deflated.
I stare up at the wood grains and box spring,
but that doesnt help much.
My boots sit neatly and very quietly
five feet away, but Im no fool.
Their temptation is
What is Parody?
According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, parody is defined as a literary or musical
work in which the style of an author or work is closely imitated for comic effect or in
Parody is the imitation of the style of an
March 19th 2013
Journal entry #1: My Own Sweet Personal Hell
I cant do this. I cant go. My mind is swirling into a dark abyss and my mother
wont stop staring. Their mouths keep moving faster and faster, with words rushi
My bright and shining armor
I see you everywhere I go, unyielding to the seasons. Quickly making your way
across the skies, so vivid so bright. As a child I used to just sit and stare, until mother told
Lest You Forget
Christine had never had a cheerful childhood. Her mothers sudden disappearance
at the age of 7 had left her bidden to a state of resentment. Every day she would walk to
school at 7am
As a first-semester freshman, I had no concept of the course rumor mill going
into registration. All I knew was that I wanted to take Introduction to Creative Writing
among my other classes. I later found out that somehow I had snagged on
Ode to Deodorant
She is powdered silk,
Bottled, so fresh and clean
Like laundry on the line
Flapping lightly in the breeze.
She is a flower petal,
Contained, so sweet and soft
Like a fragile magnolia
Sweeping white in a field of green.
Marvin Moore is perfectly ordinary. From his Harold Lloyd horn-rimmed glasses to his
faded brown loafers, there isnt a single remarkable quality about him. Dandruff speckles his
sandy hair; it is thick and coarse and matches his incredibly ordinary e
An inside look at Marcel the Shell
I really dont understand my sudden celebrity status,
but I will tell you one thing. See, I decided to reveal the secrets
regarding my (rather scandalous) personal life, my adventures
and my very deepest wishsit, Alanbeca
Its easy to describe someone on the brink of destruction or the edge of glory, but Marvin
Moore was perfectly ordinary. From his Harold Lloyd horn-rimmed glasses to his faded brown
loafers, there wasnt a single remarkable quality about h
February 23, 13
Who Is She?
Where is Snow? squealed the lady of the house.
I do not know maam. I have tried calling her phone but it has been going to voicemail for the
last hour, said Maria as she dusted the glass cabi