Johnson County Library will close at 5 pm on Wednesday, Nov. 25 and will be closed on Thursday Nov. 26 and Friday, Nov 27.
sometime before the clock hit eleven, i thought of you. i imagined the threat your caressing fingers possess as they trace targets on the side of my belly.
i look to see you in mirrors and through windowpane reflections, but i am disappointed and relieved every time.
I know that when I die I’ll sink into the soil Be eaten by all the things I’ve eaten Become the dirt for all to walk upon I know that my thoughts are just neurons firing That my heart is a collection of molecules that happen to beat but sometimes I look into the sky and wonder how the sun manages
Does it end where it all began? Since the death of my mother Something inside is broken from deep deep within I feel like I’ve sinned Thoughts ramble through my head I feel like I too want to be dead Yes it’s wrong it’s not right But my senses appear to be vanished out of sight Where shall I begi
Among the freezing breeze of swastikas, The only awakened robot Was the word of the innocent.
She was of three hearts, Like a sphinx, Child, escapist, and thief.
The small girl whirled in the whip of tongues And let the words flow, falling, and flailing.
Falling , falling down to earth toward the place I was given birth I close my eyes and count to three A sad requiem for an unknown dream. Why is it that people of this nation Are only in it for the fascination? Always on the run Just looking for more fun? When no ones there to even give a single
Go away, and leave me be Let me rest eternally Shroud myself in darkness Where I can never be hurt Close my eyes and sigh As I slip slowly away Settle in the emptiness I’ve made for myself An emptiness that cannot be filled Let me wash away the feelings The tides of emotion slowly turn to calm As
The milkman used to come up this way, Bringing us his creamy milk, and stories, back in the day. A dusty train followed him, rising up into the sky, His buggy drove low, but his spirits sang high. In my mind, I still see his horse-drawn car, And would know he was coming a mile afar, Winding the t
He woke up shivering, the cold hard floor having been his bed for the night. His brain throbbed as he pushed himself up, making it hard to remember what last happened. He held his head in his hands as he thought it over until an eerie sob bounced off the walls.
Silent torture works the best, As if one’s memories were weights, Weighing down the trudging steps Echoing as darkness waits.
Thoughts concealed to pass the test of time, So no mortal dared to dream Now come flooding in at midnight’s chime, Making your aching heart scream.
It’s hard to understand and agree with this quote, unless you’ve experienced a great loss. My friend, Paige Winters, died in a plane crash and it’s been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with in my entire life.
Her death truly has changed everything.
I wish… I could run like an Olympian I could draw without restrictions I could dance like nobody is watching I could sing as pretty as a mockingbird I wish… I could be a world traveler I could walk outside with the perfect weather every day I could save all of the abandoned, abused, dying animals
It looked a bit like Lila, but it wasn’t Lila. I don’t know why people say that when someone dies they look like they’re sleeping. Her skin was dull grey and colder than ice. Her long body lay limp and heavy on the stainless steel table. Her clothes were dirty and rumpled.
Whenever I' m alone I miss you Wish I took that chance to kiss you I feel shattered and alone like a dog thats lost his bone Remembering your laughing eyes my life is filled with quiet sighs Seasons may come and seasons may go it feels so much like yesterday though As I sink deep in dejection I
Rain danced gleefully across the tombstones as if mocking the dead. The now wet moss on older parts of the graveyard made the ground slick. It grew where other forms of life refused for reasons of their own, yet sparingly did the moss do so as if even it respected burial grounds.
Somehow you have found, where I was in the ground. I am there, I am also here. You have something new to fear. I’m not alive, but not quite dead . Though this is not what you have read. While light can be quite fun, I must avoid the world with sun. To walk the night is not quite what you think.
The Ponderosa Pines hunched ponderously, Their convoluted gestures frozen With dry, rasping limbs in stages of vexation And narrow forearms lifted high In savored moments of exalted epiphany. My brother and I climbed the questions They grew, Our legs crouching and stretching Over the contours of
A thousand stark crosses Plotted on a green hill Once moving a thousand miles an hour Now stand still. At life’s bloody terminus We are told they are the purest of all of us The rolling front blending together Forming a sea of forever A canvas ravaged with uniform dials For uniform men Filling un
One vision, that is all it took to know how it all ends. That was the idea behind the product 32F, nicknamed the Death Box. There were 380 of us, we were the test subjects who willingly volunteered for the test. Truthfully, I was just in it for the money.
Sitting on my grandpa Larry’s lap, laughing and smiling. Going everywhere on the cart smiling. Smiling the way he laughs. Going to the hospital trying to smile, but I can’t. Rushing to his room I run. He is still there I smile. He doesn’t have much longer, so I must keep a smile on my face. One l