RedKaiKen

Would it be wrong to say that you're the world to me? That I never really was alive until I met you? That you're the reason I'm here? I look into your eyes and melt into your soul. So much is said through them, I think I only know a few. You chuckle when I say I can tell, when something is wrong. But it is true. I've picked up on your slight voice changes. I wonder if anyone else could? Probably, for I am not the first to be with you, to love you. But, I have been with you the longest, and as so, fallen for all of you. I know I don't show it and I don't know why. But you are part of me, and as so, will always be. So, no ma

A darkly clad, older man quietly walked through the main hallway, clipboard in hand; slowly he flipped through the documents, letting out a heavy sigh. After skimming through each paper several times, he just shook his head; Five murders in two days, it just doesn't make sense... His thoughts were interrupted by approaching foot steps, with reluctance he looked up to see who it was. "Chief," The younger man stopped a few feet away, resting his palms on his knees as he caught his breath. "We got... another one." The police chief's eyebrow rose slightly as he looked at his out of breath officer, "Another what, Mr. Wes?" he spoke with annoyanc

Dear Diary; Today was just the same as yesterday. The teenage girl scribbled in her ragged notebook that served as her diary/vent notebook. For the past several weeks that's all she had written for each day. Nothing ever changed, nothing got better. Dear Diary; Today was worse. She couldn't bring herself to write down all the horrors of her day, so instead, she cried into her diary staining the page with teardrops. Dear Diary; Today was just as bad, if not worse then yesterday. She closed her diary and cried. Was it ever going to get better? Dear Diary; I just want to die... She wrote in small letters, hoping that no one would ever

Dear Diary; Today was just the same as yesterday. The teenage girl scribbled in her ragged notebook that served as her diary/vent notebook. For the past several weeks that's all she had written for each day. Nothing ever changed, nothing got better. Dear Diary; Today was worse. She couldn't bring herself to write down all the horrors of her day, so instead, she cried into her diary staining the page with teardrops. Dear Diary; Today was just as bad, if not worse then yesterday. She closed her diary and cried. Was it ever going to get better? Dear Diary; I just want to die... She wrote in small letters, hoping that no one would ever

My heart's not too great, it's bleeding and broken, tattered and torn. Stitched and sewn together just waiting to fall apart again. But then you came along, shy as you were, you took a chance. Found out how battered and beaten your heart was. But then I came along, stubborn as I was, I couldn't deny what my heart wanted. So here we are, two souls drawn together, by something unforeseen. My heart ain't so great, but neither is yours. Together, though, we make something perfect.

Assignment 1: The Found Poem. I saw a documentary once. It was about dogs in Mongolia. It said that the next incarnation for a dog--a dog who is ready to leave his dogness behind--is a man. I am ready. And yet... Denny is so very sad; he will miss me so much. I would rather stay with him and Zoë here in the apartment and watch the people on the street below as they talk to each other and shake each other's hands. "You've always been with me," Denny says to me. "You've always been my Enzo." Yes. I have. He's correct. "It's okay," he says to me. "If you need to go now, you can go." I turn my head, and there, before me, is my life.