Literature

Lights in my head flicking on and off when I was thinking of what to write for my tanka. Though it didn't make sense, I still felt good about my work.

Intentionally I finished my homework before my dad got home. I called my dad with a little black device I held in my tired hands.

Tough hands smacked me on my face, it was wrong to ask my very busy father to buy me some glue.

Even though he had a busy day he took some of his valuable time to buy me supplies for school, I could tell he really cared.

Reptile scales rubbed against my arms called guilt, perhaps I shouldn't have asked him I thought to myself.

Adults always think best for the ones they love, especially parents. They will fight and eat with you.

Tough love is a combo with sweet love. When you receive one you get the other as well.

Utter darkness will befall you sometimes, but with the help of everyone around you, it will pass like the wind.

Ruts will come and go just like the sun: the sun will rise as will it fall.

Eventually you will move on with your life, keep living...keep living like there's no tomorrow.