Asphalt dreams, sticky oil thoughts clinging to sunbeam actions, stain with night pitch light tasks. Did you connect with this poem? You might enjoy reading "Dream Dawn".
"Motivation" It is a race With no one else I hate my pace I’m too slow I must go FASTER I push, my mind It realizes I can’t be kind My body Will comply “Yes, master” There is the line I see my goal I’m almost there Can’t quit now Shoulders low GO FASTER This… Continue reading Glimmer: Motivation
OwW1 by A.L. Blacklyn I checked the robotic mouse that was waiting on an X taped on the floor. Okay, my owlish friend, time for the test. "Catch the mouse." The larger robot on her perch turned her head to blink unevenly at me with yellow eyes. Her beak opened into a shrill "Whyyy?" "What?"… Continue reading Glimmer: OwW1
"End to the Creepy Game" by A.L. Cali scrunched in the dark closet with her head against a box of Fruit Loops. Is this mean? she wondered. I've won the last three--oh, ha!--the last four times. Even if he hasn't stopped playing, he's not going to like me using food against him. Her thoughts made… Continue reading Glimmer: End to the Creepy Game