So today is my 19th birthday so I decided to get started with my day through some creative brain activity! Pursue To stand at the corner of nothing and everything where the days are longer but the nights are colder. It’s a hairsbreadth of distance, between one or the other and falling would mean Down […]
I sight see what I don’t understand, to find meaning in the clouds, where the stars are hidden and the moon is swallowed by grey, it’s a darkness that settles deep, with promise of the sun to come, as the swirling clouds shift to subdue the white glow, and the moon is swallowed by grey.
Temporary In the way that the flowers bloom upon their leaves, Like the wind rushing and rattling through the trees, And the sun and moon take their guarding turn, or the time that it takes for forest fires to burn, How the birds bring around the morning song, and the winter snow seems to stay far […]
The Lifestyle I lead is one that I try to change for the better every day. It may be solitary and quiet, Filled with more books and papers than people, and more dog and cat hair than blankets. My time is spent with sweat on my brow, and my feet taking me to discover new worlds, I […]
Blanket Cradle to Grave, we’re swathed in them, blanket’s of wool, down, feathers or cotton, of river water, storm clouds, and snow. Mothers weave blankets of love and gentleness, Fathers armor them with fierceness and fire. Cradle to Grave we’re searching for them, Blankets of comfort, warmth, kindness or smiles, of laughter, happiness, and joy. […]
Excerpt from a Speed writing trial. “Get her!” A young girl scrambled along the rails of the subway track. Her bare feet were bloodied, leaving marred red marks over the worn iron piping. Blond tendrils of hair stuck to the red on her shoulders and cheeks, it was like glue and she could feel […]
Dirty It’s just a word, right? There’s no hidden meaning, no alternate agenda, you don’t smirk when you say it… Right? Maybe you didn’t even form the word with your tongue, maybe it’s that look in your eyes, the one that scrolls from my feet to my crown. Dirty. Am I then? I feel it in […]