It's better to have nothing,' the children were saying.
beauty homelessness poetic-fiction
Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.
nature poetic-fiction
Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long.
captivating dark poetic-fiction
I remember the lights turning into blurs of blazing fire. I remember the air-conditioning chilling my arms. The smell of coffee smudging into the smell of eucalyptus.
I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.
dark poetic-fiction
This time as we ascend, I watch the world sinking below us. I watch the way the city fades into sand that gets washed by the ocean.
city ocean poetic-fiction
He talks softly, patiently, as I sit on the window ledge and watch boats with colorful triangles for sails scratch the ocean.
ocean poetic-fiction
