On Creative Writing, Art, and Lifestyle
A small make of beauty, propped up on a pedestal, Staring at nothing, not happy, no smile. No one is watching but a little boy, cranking it up so it click, click, clicks. A mouse scurries into his hole, upsetting the dust in the corner and sending a cobweb waving like a sail. The child …
If I should drop a stone into an inky lake, Do you think it would reach you, drop down right through the earth? Do you think it would find you, across the other side, If I should drop a stone into an inky lake? If you should make a kite with endless length of …
Faded rose petals stuffed in faded jean pockets. Your cheeks are rosy and your mouth is like a small bursting bud. I could give you the lavender, the baby's breath and forget-me-nots, but nothing else would you like better than the faded rose petals in my faded jean pockets. White-washed, low fences, I run my …
Gasping, choking, feet are slipping Pain and heartache, thoughts are dripping Crying out just one last time In case you hear me just in time That time has come and gone. Farewell! How I'd wished with me you'd dwell! Forever close with me I'd cherish Your dying love, till I'd too perish Gasping, choking, feet …
Beautif'lly, the girl in the water, she peers up through the mirk. "Oh, pretty girl, where come you from to end up where you lurk?" I wave my hand, and she waves back, her smile matches mine. And from my seat up'on the turf, I see she fairs not fine. Like me she suffers trials …
Why can’t tears wash away sadness? What gain is there by mourning? If we live only for our lives to be stolen away, why do we live at all? The sun has not cared for us, it scorches with a beauty that blinds; it cannot thaw the icy hearts that break our hearts of stone. …
Chicken scratch on a page shoved into a dirty envelope--that's all I can manage. It doesn't really say much--I don't want it to. I was hoping you'd understand what I mean. It's raining outside and everyone's coats are slick with mud. I've got a bit of cover from the worst of it, but the muck …
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, …
The Dragonfly Net 