The Unsigned Writer

Hardest Of All

Out of everything in this world, full of bittersweet and irregular roads. Saying goodbye to you is one of the hardest of them all. My throat is tight as I meet your nebula eyes, so innocent and bright. In the darkness of the night, you were that single star that always shone with faith. Saying…

Sailing A Memory

It is when the stars come out, reflecting in the surface below. Sparkling in the salty water that is the home of depth and creatures alike. When the rippling thoughts in the reflecting surface are seen quivering through the quiet stillness. The port is quiet but there are those who need that time alone,…

We Could Pretend

We could play pretend. We could pretend to be small and innocent again. We could pretend to be a little girl or a little boy. When nothing mattered except for the adventure. Let us go to the beach and build a fortress in the sand. Find a tree in our backyard and build a house…

Something Sweet

I want to find myself where no one else can find me, on top of the world. To hide far away on the crown in the fortress of countless leaves. To speak and fly with the creatures that take off in the air and unfold. To just let go and close my eyes; to let…

Crown Of Flowers

Close to a crown of wealth. The untamed vine wrings into a mystifying master puzzle. The petals are the implanted gems of a masterpiece. The gold is the greenery that holds it all together. It is an enhanced masterpiece meant to fit as a replication of nature. It doesn’t matter whether you are a queen…

A Million

I want to write a million words. See a million wonders. Count a million stars. Sail a million miles. Hear a million voices. Move a million hearts. Then when all a million is done and through. Remember who it is I should be- A million is what I want to become. COPYRIGHT © 2020 Jade…

The Creation of Imagination

Our imagination is creation while creation is simply imagination The words our mine, the same as yours, the same as theirs, all from the mind Like snowflakes or a waterfall, thoughts cascade, tumble, and pile up like the snow, Sometimes I can create something, like a snowman, constructing something more than naught, Other times, it’s…

Glorious Or Victorious?

I request to disrupt the clock, to end the passing of time. Some people are moral and wholesome but the corrupt cannot transform. Welcome to the world, major and disruptive, we all hear the chime. You would not understand the glorious and daring that swarm. It is on the television now, the bold enough soldier…

Monsters Are Not Real

It’s only half-way through that I can’t stand the consuming, dark gloom of the room any longer. I stand, my movements clumsy from my quivering legs. With shaky steps, I make my way out of the room. The grief and misery was too overpowering, and I wanted to be subdued to the soothing, isolation of…

He Would Wish

He would wish that he was indistinguishable like the clouds that would drift and hover about. The boy loved to fall away in a trance, letting his head float up and away, imagining visions of contrasting atmospheres. He could become unconfined to sail about and glide through the zephyr of immunity. He would wish he…

Blue Eyes

Extraordinary and charismatic. The blue falls into the category of a mind’s universe. For they experience life in another place, one with spirits. A nebula of starry contemplation that observes the second life. No other color, nor rare greens or not, can see the ghosts like the blue eyes do. COPYRIGHT © 2020…

Box Of Memories

We created it together, in a room full of posters and childhood. We related this way, through a shelf full of books in which we shared that same love for characters. Shyness overtook the first steps but when we finally spoke, a conversation eventually grew. Like a story we didn’t know we were writing. We’ve…

Somewhere Else

Where the sun is always out but not too intense, for neither are the shadows. Where the storms are always soothing, gentle rain touching my window in a friendly hello. Where my home is a library and the library is my family. Books strewn across my floors and hidden all around. Somewhere else that my…

Not From Here

I am not myself here because I am not who I pretend to be when I am there. The world is colored in a different canvas and each shade is unfamiliar to you. How I wish I could show you what it is I see for it is nothing less than that of a dream….

Blue Skin

“She had blue skin, and so did he.He kept it hid, and so did she.They searched for blue.Their whole life through,Then passed right by-And never knew.” -Shel Sliverstein- This is one of the most inspiring poems I have ever read. It is by far, my absolute favorite. For everyone in this world has that part…

Kingdom For Writers

I wish there was a dwelling out there, meant as a home just for me. Somewhere with those like me; those that struggle to speak in a vocal manner. For the only way of communication in the residence of bliss is written. I want to go to a place that ink and paper bring us…

Without A Difference

If we all knew what we were living for, we wouldn’t need to worry. We could wear a mask, and we could change our face every time we leave. Is it all worth not knowing what the truth is about your own mind? Do you want to know what it is you have been sent…

To Imagine

I love to imagine that the sand-castle I built are a palace. I am the queen and the sea-shells are my gold. The dolphins laugh at my jokes and the mermaids are my people. The conch shells are my communication with the pirates. The ones on the sea who aren’t evil and only dream of…

Imaginary Friend

My imaginary friend is my only friend. He always waits for me on top of the mountain, pines surrounding his small form. Dandelions lead me there where the white butterflies roam. He waits for me and every time I find myself there, he has a smile set out just for me. He will lay out…

Bipolar

It is not the words they say because it is the words they do not bother with. Every night, I am finding myself more, and more alone. Making my mind start to wonder what its purpose is. Hearing the depth of silence splits my mind in two. Making myself a bipolar that is unknown to…

Soulful City

The Writer stands tall above the city. She is on the highest point of the most elevated building in the area, and she can see the furthest she’s ever seen before. She beams as she looks down at the people below her, hustling about as if they were a terribly immense and buzzing colony of…

Obsession With Snow

I have this obsession with snow, for it is something so tranquil to narrate to. When I realized how similar snow and I are were, how different we were not, I knew I had made an acquaintance. Our considerations and contemplations grew into a relatable desire of an idea that descended in a chill. With…