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 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 …
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 …
"Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them." - Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper Are you lonely? I don't meet in solitude, because solitude is a …
The Dragonfly Net 