On Creative Writing, Art, and Lifestyle
My life has become an endless dance with Fate I bow and she curtsies, her smile is somewhat mischievous Then, with a cold 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 …
From you, love, I take my leave. I take my heart back and bandage its bleeding wounds. Your face was wrought with pain and though I knew it was a torturous death to which I had sentenced you, my lie was stronger, because it held the truth of my family. I chose for you not …
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 …
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 fiery cognac, staring suspiciously from her freckled face as she created mischief she would never account for. He hid his strength; and that he …
The Dragonfly Net 