! Creative Writing & Poetry !

Know

...that I have given my heart to you.

...that my soul is your refuge.

...that your voice brings me joy.

...that your love brings me comfort.

...that your happiness m…

“I met the most amazing man last night, and I know I’ll never see him, again.”

... open doors.

And I am just the whale of poems

And you hate poems

No Fear

no fear
when my final
breath
ferries my soul
to the
vast quiet
where
unending life
unfolds
in the light

enough of
fear
now my soul
the true me
moves unshackled…

Becca sat in the back of her closet staring with morbid anticipation at the razor blade she kept hidden under a piece of the carpet.

Early morning slips into the postcard
stillness of the future
these are the days
that drop out of the ever changing sunset
you can almost smell the neighborhood in flames
hairless hats sc…

A Little Bird

A newly egg hatched baby bird has fallen from its nest,
Only to face the greatest challenge of su…

Because most of you who read my poetry do not read the journals I thought I’d post this here so you also get chance to view! Mariska and I have made a calendar of our joint efforts for you to …

Eyes barely open, not close to a stretch or even a yawn
waking to coffee in the mudroom, not long after dawn;

Cats fed, dogs out and begin fire tending chores
look over one’s shoulder to a…

Words once upon a time
rushed to eager ears that saw
colours and the curves

Large agile hands reach with elongated fingers to grasp the Sky, and drink the Winds…

Trying to find myself again
Looking back at the time it began
My life … where I came from
My loves … how I loved some
My dreams … quickly they faded
My heart… many times jaded
My trust …l…

She runs in place in the house of circus mirrors
Twisting and turning while the grotesque faces stare back
They point, they laugh and they scream with
Mouths open to gaping O’s, voices strip…

So the cycle continues on,
The pain our strength will feed upon
Another day another scar
Matters not, we’re tougher by far.

The Year is 3050.

Everyone has the latest copy of PS Imageshop. To be without it is to be ostracized from society: without perfection there is no acceptance.

Writing again these letters to you
knowing in truth our days are through
This situation forever gone
These words forever live on
This drop of love – forever true

It was Saturday morning, the residue of Friday night and the party still lingered in the air of our home. My parents threw a huge party to say goodbye to neighbors and friends strewn all over t…