A Glowing Smile
“I am a writer. I write all my stories in a small room in a 13 story building near the ocean. This room is my home.”
“I am a writer. I write all my stories in a small room in a 13 story building near the ocean. This room is my home.”
“I feel the sand sticking to my feet, falling off my skin, the air touching my skin as if someone was blowing on it.
The salt water getting in my mouth, spitting up the horrible taste, then eating watermelon, and dripping down my fruit pop.”
“I looked right at him. His blistered fingers wrapped themselves upon a slip of paper blotted with ink. Waves crashed against the bridge’s wavering bodice as my glazed eyes stared at his unnerving smile.”
Part 1: The First Wave “The joy of surfing is so many things combined, from the physical exertion of it, to the challenge of it, to the mental side of the sport” -Kelly Slater […]
“So, it wasn’t long before
The monster and me were tamed again
He needed someone to blame
Because the burden was too heavy for himself
The man in the monster wants freedom
But the monster won’t leave him
There is a war raging between them
I hope the man beats him.”
“I guess it took more than words to bound your wounds
because many didn’t even penetrate the surface
even when I saw you start to crack all I could do was stand back
and i watched the pieces fall i was helpless
I was small”
“but how do you
believe in something that
you don’t know it positively happened?
yes, evidenceblahblahblah,
but I wasn’t there!
(fine, I’m a narcissist.)”
“And that was the first time I was in love- I loved girls and I wanted boys, like the man who died amongst the bleached bone white sands, unable to chose between love and life, and so I starved”
“Grudgingly, Emily printed her name on the paper, wondering for not the first time why her parents had given her a Western name. With her friends, she still stubbornly referred to herself with a Kurdish name.”
“The gibbon boasted a polka-dotted bow tie; his velvety arms stretched outwards to hold a Bible. He was to be the officiator of this holy matrimony.”
“I haven’t slept in days. Last night, I was lying in bed, and I shut my eyes, and I cried. I cried because I miss you. I cried because I need you and because I’m hurting.”
“And if you come in there with fantastic hair, she’ll take one look at you– her fifth grade boyfriend– and dump Charlie right then and there, on his birthday and everything. Because she can’t hide her love for you any longer.”
“It’s like my emotions have just stopped varying and I’m only feeling one way all the time, and I know that’s not human. I could try to fix it, but the problem is I can’t remember why I feel like this in the first place.”
“Was I to run away and let the boys know? What if the beast followed me and found the rest of the boys? I ran, but my little legs only took me so far. I kept going, not wanting to be taken away by this horrid figure.”
“How do you write a poem?
I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing
Do I just keep hitting the return key after every sentence?
Is a line break between two stanzas like a paragraph?”
“I envied Yesterday, who would find the
deepest of slumber for all of tomorrow.”
“They are just so massive and old, they have seen so many years pass. I feel like they watch over me when I’m out in the wilderness. When I look up at the mountains, there always seems to be something more to them, something hidden in those shadowy woods. Something magic.”
“He carries urgent reminders that are easily forgotten. Notes to self that are underlined and circled and highlighted. During class he sits upright, brainstorming a highbrow comment to share while small-talking his peers with a pretense of confidence.”
“My mother named me that because that’s what she thought when she first saw me. Not full and wholesome like a full moon, not dark and serene like a cloudy night when you can’t see a moon at all. A crescent, a little sliver of person, not whole and not nothing.”
“It’s spring break, and we’re in St. Pete Beach, Florida. My family and I are staying at the Don Ce Sar hotel, where my dad went with his dad and brother as a kid. The Don is everything I hoped it would be.”
“The day the world ends is August 8. Our leader told us so. They stood on the balcony overlooking our town and called us to attention.”
“Starts up going great,
Then it ends it bein late.
Sittin on the bench thinkin’ about how ima survive this world,
Almost 10 o’ clock”
“The girl with the map face has lived on my block since I moved here twelve years ago. She lives in a small two story house with a small one story tree in the front yard. I’ve never seen anyone else in her house. She must live alone. I wish I lived alone.”
“I never skip class. I’ve never just not gone to a class. Sure, I’ve taken “sick” days and days where I’ve actually been lying on my couch with a 102 degree fever, but skipping class? Coming in late? Never. Nada. Not happening.”
“I am a lemon
a fresh new lemon picked from
a tree
but the thing is
I was picked too early
I was picked before my skin turned yellow
before my shell stopped being white”
“The pads of fingers kiss and synchronize with gravel tunes
and smooth notes, quick meter
and bounce
snap
baby, do you wanna dance?”
“Bill woke up one morning and noticed he hadn’t quite realized how loudly his knees creaked before. He hadn’t noticed just how cold the hardwood floors got in the winter, hadn’t seen all the dirt on the windows. Had there even been any dirt, before Mae died?”
“They say what don’t kill you will make you stronger. I’m still here, so what does that mean? The hood has a way of engulfing everything in its path and spitting it back up. They say there aren’t many places for young black men like me.”
“Mayor Bloomberg recently prohibited the sale of sugary drinks larger than 16 ounces at movie theaters, food carts, and restaurants. Bloomberg has done this due to the rise in obesity. He believes that obesity has been a looming challenge for the nation as a whole, not just because of their health, but economically in paying for the treatments of diseases caused by obesity. Although these statements are true, I think the mayor is going a little too far.”
“A Light that conquers the rest
Letting the Puzzle Pieces Really connect into Place
Letting it Fall into the shines of a Better Tomorrow.
Make A Better Tomorrow!”
“My innermost weakness is the song that motivates and guides
the wisdom of the painting dreamer.
The official opportunities
of an endless crimson sky.”
“There was a boy named Bobby Johnson and he was a kid who always walked to school and a homeless man would ask him for a quarter. The homeless man said to Bobby, “ I know you have a quarter.” Bobby walked off and the homeless man started to follow Bobby.”