Neon Yellow

I am neon yellow. I am the sign blistering through the darkness, grabbing your attention, calling to you in a way that draws you close to me. With my serene light you come to me, basking in the awe of what is now around you.

I am the sunshine of a new day, opening up the world and slowly silencing the starlight and fading out the moon. Trickling down the horizon with fingers of fire I grab onto the seaside until the moon comes back at me with vengeance.

I am a single petal in a field filled with daisies. A child, with a dress to match my color runs through me, grazing her tiny fingertips to the edges of the flowers that surround her.


          Looking at Paris in this light is deceiving. By looking over the crowded city one would never imagine of the horrors laying in wait beneath the surface. A world of little monsters, crawling through the passageways of old souls, through the caverns of the dead.


          “We have to under there. Come with me if you want, but I cannot leave her there alone.” Michael said, eyes looking bleak.


          “What you’re saying is absolute nonsense, you are aware of that right? Who are we even looking for?”


          Michael ignored his question and turned his head away.


         “I know what it sounds like, but I’m going whether you come with me or not”


          The two took a deep breath together, latched their hands together and wandered down the cobblestone streets towards an unknown entrance of the catacombs. The entrance was dark, dismal, and smelled of the death that was consuming the inside.


          “This place is already giving me the creeps.” Josh exhaled and could see his breath in front of him.


          “You don’t understand. I need her with me, and she’s down here alone.”


          The two of them began walking, eyes locked onto the corpses lining the walls when a noise boomed out in the distance. This noise jolted them out of their revere and their eyes shot ahead of them,both squinting to try and see what could be coming towards them in the darkness.


          A little, white puff ball comes running towards their feet. This creature begins barking and wagging her tail in happiness. Molly was safe and Michael picked her up and hugged her with excitement.


          “Really?!” Josh exclaimed and he rolled his eyes.


          The three of them began their exit back to the crowded Paris streets. Josh looked at Michael and gave him a kiss on the forehead, relieved that they were now able to leave.


Every Single Moment

Everything and nothing at all. A second can change the path of your life, or swift through without a single thought.

The crash of the tide, the death of a loved one –
a single second and there’s nothing you can do but just sit there and watch it pass.
Watch it slip away unknowing of what it’s doing.

Time is funny that way – keeps trudging forward without pause, feeling like eternity and nothing simultaneously. We have to wait till it’s over till we can look back and see what we can take from it. What we can find within the moment.

First kiss, final goodbye,
Cat’s meow, gun fire
Jumping in the deep end
Getting the job
Loosing your mind, and trying to
Find it.


The answer is everything.

Moment happens in a second.

Words to a Dying House Plant

Look at you little plant. Just sitting there limply and pathetic in the window. Everyone deserves a fresh start though, right? Right. There have bee far worse people in history that have been able to start over. And besides, it’s not like I meant to kill that guy. You know how stories go: boy meets girl, girl kill boy, boy sells girl weed, yada yada yada.

He told me he had a little grow room in his garage. Nothing fancy, but enough to get by. I’m a realistic person, little plant. If someone grows on the side to make ends meat, I can get behind that. Maybe just be aware of your surroundings, and maybe don’t get so big where maybe important people start to notice what’s going on.

That was always his flaw, you know. He was always a little too comfortable. He had a good product, and he knew it! Obviously, or else I wouldn’t be sitting here in an empty room talking to a plant.

I strolled over to his place for, reasons. Little to my knowledge at the time someone had been watching me. Someone knew what was going on. Cops? Rival drug dealers? I don’t know who it was who kicked the door in.

It just happened so fast.


I saw his body smack into the paved floor of the garage. One clean bullet through his right eye. As the gun hit the floor, what little instinct I had kicked in so I grabbed it! Can you believe it?!

Just like that.

That’s when I grabbed you up and ran quietly into the dark. Considering I have no knowledge of how to take care of your I’m not surprised that you’re dying. I sold most of my belongings just to get here. I’ll have to figure something out. If you die his death will be for nothing.

Outside the Window

It was raining for three days straight; something uncommon for the desert climate of Southern California. Small, cold droplets of rain began to flood the poorly drained streets while the sky was masked with dark clouds.

Now he is quiet – freshly cleaned and wiped away so the stars can shine through uninterrupted. The moon appears to be brighter, reborn. It is as if man had never cascaded down upon her surface. She reigns alone, barely able to be seen. Even in this night, in this darkness her essence is being swallowed up by the sun on the other side of the world.