On Creative Writing, Art, and Lifestyle
The notebook is open, the pen, poised in hand, The floodgates of thought thrust wide. I could write about heroes in some distant land, of maidens and dragons and magic--oh and! But my thoughts have gone down with the tide. "What are you writing," she asks with a smile. "Oh, nothing," I say with …
Somewhere down the road, there will be a future me, a new me. I hope I will have changed to be better, grown to be stronger, and learned to see the world as it really is. And I hope that when I see something wrong, that I don't stand and watch. When bad things happen, …
That night when I crept into bed I did not want to go Not to be quiet with these thoughts in my head Thoughts that only in the darkness would show... Sometimes I wish that, instead of sleeping, I could just wander around in the dark, letting myself dream while staying fully conscious. It is …
The storms have come and I must go, leave the beach to the blackened clouds Leave the sand and water behind, to face what it doesn't know, and fret the storm around My home's not far, I'll make it in time, perhaps I can stay a bit more To wander the shore, to find my …
The Dragonfly Net 