Category Archives: Creative Writing

The Door

The door brought with it a bristling Wind, summoning a slight whistle. And I sat and watched, two fingers caught between Worn pages of a chapter. Who knew then what it might have Took to blow those pages shut, never … Continue reading

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Poem 9.1

The valley shakes Rocks fall Water ripples And, in the end, it takes Blindsided The roads traversed The hours wither The fool, love blinded In games of pain Come cries of joy Seasons drift Madness contained Uproarious howls Bring cold … Continue reading

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Shadow

On a dank evening, while walking a desolate street, I came upon a figure standing in the shadows. “Why are you standing there?” I asked. “I stand here because I am hiding.” Though I did not see him well I … Continue reading

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The Encumbrances We Face

Life is plagued by challenges. Each day we make decisions ultimately affecting our future. Certain days, weeks, and months feel like an eternity. One you cannot escape, one that won’t get better. At times we are lost.  At times we … Continue reading

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Her

Travelling along the crevice of your back my fingers slide along goose bumps, giving way to warmth and embrace. Our bodies closer; the soft light dances ever-changing shapes of passion upon the wall. An Infatuated innocence blossoming between two independent … Continue reading

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Until Then

Walking through streets, passing faces in a blurry scene. Bustling restlessness, presenting us a mask for loneliness. Aimless wandering and wasting away. Supplying a daily dose of mental decay. We work to live. Instead living to work. Identity becomes what … Continue reading

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Wistful Ideas

Sweat rolling. Leaving the life, uncontrolling. Aspiring to be higher. Instead down. Seething to conspire. Light leaving the night. Waving goodbye to all its friends. Sucking the soul through the pipe. Coming to an end. For one more high, again … Continue reading

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