On Creative Writing, Art, and Lifestyle
Was it too much to say that I loved you? Did it really cause you harm? Was it too much to say that I needed you, Before I was ripped from your arms? But, if your grip had been ever tighter, Maybe I would have been spared. But, now that my heart is bleeding, bleeding, …
A soft-lighted day, breezy and mild, completed with the bleating of sheep. Smooth pebbles on the sand, stray strings and little fluffy clouds. The knoll is quite round and we sit on the very top as you play with a piece of my hair. Seagulls, wheat fields, and Dorothy from The Wisard of Oz. You think …
Soft hair in the wind, curls tied up with a scrunchy, long eyelashes and freckles. Laughter in a sweet voice and white teeth in a sunburned face; creases from smiling too much. Jean jacket with a flowered dress; laces untied. Tripping on her own feet, then laughing. Faded jeans with rips, hands in his pockets, …
Time stops. I stare out before me with the world spread about me And the atmospheres cease to be dim. I hold my breath. This place that I knew once--it gave me a life once Is no longer familiar, but strange. I close my eyes. This feeling I get from you is pulling me close …
The Dragonfly Net 