I Miss

I miss the busy roads
I miss eating out
I miss the positivity
I miss roaming about

I miss going to school
I miss giving hugs
I miss touching someone else
While I’m not wearing gloves

But I miss most of all
Just the plain old fun
So I miss the point of spreading fear
To all our little ones
 
J

Joshua Armell

VT

YWP Alumni

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  • By Joshua Armell

    Beneath the Leaves


    When the wind blows, leaves follow
    A natural cleaning of the world, I assume
    A reset, swept under the rug, returned to
    That space between Neverland and Narnia
    Gone. Never to be seen again

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  • Fiction

    By Joshua Armell

    The Imaginary Friend

    Boom!

    A large hand covered in dark green fur pounds against an invisible window, a young boy sitting on the floor on the other side.

    Boom!

    The creature the hand belongs to breathes heavily, and grunts with every swing.

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