The Machines

Whirring Moving and “thinking” The machines are taking over Taking our jobs Our creativity Leaving us with nothing Except bitter tears Flying Targeting The machines are at war Killing the innocent Destroying happy memories Leaving nothing Again Where people once stood Rising Gnashing metal teeth The machines are taking over Disarming us Taking our powerContinue reading “The Machines”

A fun time in the summer

When I was young, the best time to be alive was the summer. Running out through those doors at school, knowing there was a long stretch before you had to go back… one of the best feelings of youth. June was when the fireflies came out at night, their bodies flickering and blinking in theContinue reading “A fun time in the summer”