Crooked-Joker

Her eyes burned into the budding tree ahead of the windshield. Although it was still dark out, the sleek green of its adolescent leaves gleamed in the heavy apartment lights that watched over the parking lot. The girl waited patiently for the answer she knew would immediately send her life into a spiraling pit of hell. Restraining her will to blink, for fear of revealing the weakness that poured down her face like rivers, she revered to looking up at the big blue, instead. It appeared as an endless puddle, defying gravity above her small form. Her eyes remained there for the duration of the silence, screaming at the sky with desperation, for

Wisps of moon light barged through the thick branches Making shadows dance across dazed faces Two forms swaying to the hum of crickets Kissing silently beneath the sky Goosebumps from soft touches Hypnotized by the rhythm of rushing water Whose song drifts effortlessly through the brush Masking the sounds of traffic in the distance Roaming fingers and erratic heart beats Deep mellow breaths Savoring a sweet smell in the air As summer whispers her last wish A night to remember In all its simplicity But to those who have witnessed Their lips reveal secrets of heaven

The Junkie's Enlightenment I must confess that I was quite alarmed when my couch started making a low grumbling sound, like that of a stomach who missed lunch. I let my fingers explore the leather nature of it's being, sinking into every crevice and climbing each plateau. I decided it should not get the best of me and that I would conquer it and name it for my own; however, the world had other plans for me. I felt distracted by a loud ticking sound coming from my hello kitty digital clock. Strange, I didn't remember putting it on the table in front of me, nor did I quite remember why I had it in the first place. Time meant little to me in t