Creative+Writing+Work

//Olive Garden-S.F.// I see the sign It tastes like some yummy goodness It smells like breadsticks and Chicken Alfredo It sounds like many voices It feels like we will never get a seat

//Olive Garden// //Pyramid Dancer-A.J.// I race among the pyramids, Dancing in their shadows, My feet shuffling the hot, Yellow sand below me. The sun on my face is Warm and caressing, And my jewels smile, And gleam in the sunlight. I look up above me, To the points near the sky, And embrace my faith In the Watchers so far.

I race among they pyramids, Dancing beneath the heavens, My feet shuffling the cool, Grainy sand below me. The moon on my back is Gentle and bright, And my jewels glisten And jingle in its wake. I look up above me, To the points near the sky, And realize now That I am free.

Don’t give up on me I’m breaking through Shovel dirt on me, how could you? I hear the numbness it resonates too many people to relate I won’t start over it’s love for a reason I’ll do anything, murder, burglary, or treason I’m crying out, please bring me home I can’t live being this lonely I’m cold as stone. //C.S.//