Am I meant to do this? Will this Be my Career? I've wanted to Do this my Entire life. Writing has Fulfilled me since I Gave it a try. But it's Hard, Isn't it? To Justify yourself to the world, to Kick down the doors, to say, "Listen to Me!" and to Not give up On the way. Popularity and success won't come as Quickly as I want it to. It's not a Right, not Something to expect because I Tried my hardest. Though it seems Unfair, it Very well may never make its Way towards me, especially not if I 'Xpect it to. Not Yet. Maybe not ever. But I hope I will reach the Zenith someday.
Alive. Breathing. Can I be Described as more than just Existing? Friends are Great, Helping when I need them most. Joking. Kidding. Laughing My sorrows away. No, not away. Only Pushing them down. Questioning their validity. Revealing them to myself and those closest to me. Sleeping is hard. Terrified by my own ineptitude. Understanding that I Very Well may have wasted my youth just ‘Xisting. Yearning for better things. Z’s won’t be trailing over my head for some time.
Amy asked for Brian's basket, Casey almost blew a gasket. Daniel went to summer school, Ethan thinks he's super cool. Fiona fell right on the floor, Gabby laughed and laughed some more. Hugo got the heebie-jeebies, Isaac loves to score some freebies. Jess is top in all her classes, Kylie needs her reading glasses. Lyra loves to sing a song, Maggie never thinks she's wrong. Noah broke his little nose, Oliver drinks right out the hose. Penny poses for a photo, Quincy's dragon's a Komodo. Ryan thinks his dog has rabies, Stuart's cat just had some babies. Tommy likes to play baseball, Ursula likes the season fall. Violet plays the violin, Wyatt's strength comes from within. Xavier needs all Your attention, Zane just got his tenth detention.
As I was walking alone in the park, a Body was peering from out of the dark. Cold chills ran through me, for what? Didn’t know, that Death was just looming for me in the snow.
Ellen disappeared before anyone knew it. Her Father was angry the witnesses blew it. Grace had gone missing just one week ago. Her bones will be found when the warm winds blow.
I bundled my scarf around my neck to prepare, Jogging to fight off the cold winter air. The Killer sped up to keep me in his sight, as he had Laid in wait, hoping I wouldn’t fight.
Moving as quickly as my legs could stand it, Not yet dreaming those steps came from worse than a bandit. Onward I went, the snow crunching behind me. His Pace almost matched and I feared he’d soon find me.
Quickly I ran, my house not far away. Realizing that I may not live one more day. Stopping for nothing, I hurtled through the park, Telling myself I won’t die in the dark.
Unfortunately this man ran much faster than I. This Vagrant, he grabbed me, yelling his battle cry. Wailing and flailing, I fought hard as I could. His X-rays might show that I hurt his manhood. I Yielded to nothing, for survival I strived. And I thanked mighty Zeus that I wound up alive.
Anxiety Blaring. Coinciding Depression. Endlessly Feeling Gross. How I’ve Just Kept Living’s a Mystery. Not One Person Questioned Reasons, Sensed Trouble, Understood Vulnerability and Worrying, ‘Xtrapolated Yesterday’s lack of Zeal.
A firefly alerts me to its presence inches from my face Bubbly giggles erupt from my lips Crickets whisper in the bushes next to my porch Dusk has finally arrived, overtaking twilight Evening made way for nighttime Feeling light in the dark Grass, bright in the sunlight, turned to an inky navy in the moonlight Heat from the day residual in the post sunset bliss In the daylight it is unbearable Just barely tolerable after dusk Kisses from the wind brush my arms Lifting up the gooseflesh Moonlight hazy in the humid air No such thing as silence at night Overhead I hear distant thunder Perhaps a midnight storm is near Quickly approaching the rocking chair where I sit Reading, enjoying the evening Stars blink and twinkle above Tonight, this summer night Underneath the summer sky Violet and blue and indigo surround me Waiting to disappear in the morning Xuberance in the bright morning sunlight Yes, but until then I will revel in the evening Zephyrs gently rocking me to sleep.
An abecedarius I composed for my Intro to Creative Writing class.