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 …
Hey, it's a beautiful day, take it outside! You saw the sun, how it's sayin' 'Hello,' Come down to the beach, feel the sand in your toes, Or just come down for the ride! Oh, say Aloha! Oh, say Hello-a! Hey, get your bathing suit on, set up the umbrella, Hurry up now and lay …
It's a beautiful life, don't waste it. It's a wonderful world, just taste it. It's a magical moment, please hold it. The future is yours to mold it. Close your eyes and take a breath. Keep believing till your death. I'll be there by your side, So just hold on for the ride. Your hopes …
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 