Just Humanity We fight less but hate more Clear the air but not our hearts Save the fishes but not ourselves Split the atom but not our prejudice Discover new worlds but not our dreams Make more but create less

Mad Red skies Blue trees Neon clouds Is this reality Or is it eternity?

Nicke And Nora She had a slight limp to her gait. Bruises were flowering on her arms - or, at least, the bits revealed when her sleeves pulled up. He was worried, and rightly so. Damn it if he was going to stand by and watch silently this time. She was being tormented, for God's sake! What kind of person would he be if he didn't do something? His palms were sweaty. He was blanketed in shame for not having taken action earlier. He didn't deserve to be a man. She was precious- so damn precious, and he was letting that shit of a husband beat her up! He felt the heaviness cloud his heart, slipping into a quiet #depression. --------------------------------- She looked at him pensively. "Are you alright?" Nicke looked up and smiled tightly. She sighed inside. That was Nicke for you. Always cold and distant. He always had been, ever since she was a kid. She wondered if he had even noticed the bruises she had formed after a nasty hiking accident. Sometimes she thought her father didn't even really care about her.

Why? I live a lie And it makes me free.

Me I have to write about myself for a scholarship into my dream school. Where better to ask advice than from a community of writers? Please help. I'll send you beef jerky.