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 Dragonfly Net 