"What day is today," I ask myself? "Just another day," the wind answers back. Sunny but cold Snowing by dry. I don't mind it either way though.
By Cody Jones4 years ago in Poets
Our boots fell softly Into buckets of snow Dumped on sidewalks, Rooftops, and forest floors. As smoke curled from our lips,
My neck hurts And I can’t find a way to sleep... So I find myself again in front of a window Wishing I could look up and see the stars
At a table someone, 'A,' is taking apart a clock and trying to put it back together. Another person, 'B,' is sitting on a couch watching television.
By Cody Jones4 years ago in Humans
A bench in the park. 'A' is sitting on the bench with a back pack next to them. 'A' looks around. Waiting... After a moment 'B' enters and sits next to 'A.'
By Cody Jones5 years ago in Humans