On Creative Writing, Art, and Lifestyle
I had a dream once when I was around eight or nine years old that has not escaped my memory. In my dream, I am running from a tiger through tall grasses. It must have been in India. I cannot see anything before me but grass, nothing above be but grass; and when I look …
My life has become an endless dance with Fate I bow and she curtsies, her smile is somewhat mischievous Then, with a could hand, she takes my arm I try to lead, as it is proper I should, but her grip is strong and she twirls beyond my control She spins faster and faster and …
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 …
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 …
He had light green eyes and was dark and curious, like a cat forever exploring new corners and testing old rules. Her hair was burnt auburn and her eyes glowed a firey cognac, staring suspiciously from her freckled face as she created mischief she would never account for. He hid his strength; and that he …
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 …
"You're beautiful." And yet, as I stood staring at the girl in the mirror, I wondered if that were really true. Blond curls, ocean-blue eyes, sure she was pretty. But was she really beautiful? I wasn't convinced. Then I thought to myself, What if she was? What would it take for her to be beautiful? I played …
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 …
I remember the day I started my first journal. I was ten-years-old. As I opened it up to the first page, a hundred thoughts and expectations ran through my mind of all the adventures I would write about throughout my life. This would be my story. The story of my life. Once, while I was …
I sit outside in our backyard. The fire has already been lit and is chuckling softly to itself. The back of my chair tilts back a little, so I can look up at the sky. There is a quiet conversation going on beside me, but I am silent. I was thinking of you when I …
