The Death of the World

That evening, the stars started to turn to dust as the world began to decay.  There was no stopping the cloud that was consuming the planet.  It was a cloud of darkness and despair that had been ever-present since the beginning of time.  Up until that point, they had always found ways to contain it and pretend it didn't exist, little pockets of good and happiness in that desolate world.  However, the time had come when they were no longer able the hold back the darkness.  There came a time when the consuming evil that had always been lurking in the back corners of their minds marched to the forefront of their conscious and broke loose.  Thus began the death of the world.

Bus Stop Zombies

We wait alone

Or in packs

Silent, saying nothing

We stand apart from others

Not acknowledging their existence

Nor they, ours

We sit secluded

Not paying attention to the world around us

Observing from a distance

Others watch us seated there,

Dead to the world

Others talk while life goes on

Yet still we say nothing

The look in our eyes,

Tired from morning

Weary from work and school

Others laugh and make conversation

We don’t make a sound

The doors open to let us out

I walk alone

In solitary existence

Until someone breaks my shell

A lone voice says my name

Pulling me from the land of the dead

And a boy sees me

Says hello

I don’t answer him

I walk on by without a word

Then I stop and wonder

Who am I to pass on  by

A familiar face I know?

How do I keep walking on

When someone made a connection?

It’s too late now to fix the past

What’s over is what’s done

Yet still I wander on

Oblivious to all

Because that is all I’m capable of

I am nothing more than a bus stop zombie

Ordinary Magic

Today is the most wonderful day ever
A woman has baby formula in a plastic bag
Today it is beautiful
A girl wears crystal dangly earrings
The sun is shining
Three little children and their mother sit down
The air is clear
A light blue car the shade of the sky drives in front of us
The sky is bluer than hope
The bus rumbles along the street
The birds are singing
A music store van is right outside the window
Trees sway happily with the thought of coming spring
An orchestra plays in my earphones
The girl I met yesterday with purple hair gets on
The bus driver lowers the lift for a woman with many bags
I hear a sad song
But today is wonderful
Today is a beautiful day
Today is ordinary
Today is plain
But today is today
And suddenly, in the midst of everyday life
I find beauty