BrooklynWriter

The Darkness is here.Clouding my mind.Shoving at,ideas of all kinds. Erasing them.Killing them.The Darkness blocks.Another name?Writer's Block.

It's the first day of school. A new building,new hopes. I walk the hallways. Alone in a sea of children.I follow a crowd of familiar faces, and wind up in ...

I Spy.A juvinile game of seek and find. Juvinile, yes,but then...let's play a round.Just a test of joy.I spy with my little eye...a boy.A hint?He is cute. Ruggedly handsome. Soon ...

Mind and feet time to falter, at all.Must run, must escape.

I see you walk across the street,Unaware of my presence.You wouldn’t care if you were.You left me. You left me alone without a call. Left me without a shoulder to ...

Do you see? Against the wall, A shadow shaped as she. She... who is me. Me, the she no one sees.