Dwayne Boyd
Profile
- Name
- Dwayne Boyd
- Age
- 37
- City
- Worcester
- Country
- United States
- Joined
- Mar 2008
I live in Worcester, Massachusetts. I draw inspiration from live music, my children, and those who’ve touched my life. I wrote as a News Correspondent for the Sentinel & Enterprise in Fitchburg, Massachusetts. I have also published work in The Phish Companion 2nd. edition.
Groups
Dwayne Boyd is a member of All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Blue Room, Creative Inspirations, Everyday Life, Gaia - The Living Planet, Happy Haven, The Word Tree, Twisted Tales and Writers' Market.
Journal Entries
Out Of The Mouth Of A Babe
Posted 4 days ago, 2 comments so far.
Thinking Around Corners
Posted 4 days ago, 5 comments so far.
Phishing Trip
Posted 11 days ago.
Sugar Highs & Sugar Lows
Posted 25 days ago, 2 comments so far.
It's Not Too Loud, But I Feel Like I'm Gettin' Too Old
Posted 27 days ago, 1 comment so far.
My Thrillogy Is Ripe For The Picking
Posted about 1 month ago, 6 comments so far.
To be continued, again...
Posted about 1 month ago, 3 comments so far.
Hangin' On The Edge
Posted about 1 month ago.
Day of Grey
Posted about 1 month ago, 4 comments so far.
My First Featured Work
Posted about 1 month ago, 12 comments so far.
Art
Writings
Pleading With My Grey Matter
C’mon brain… / It’s time to create. C’mon…c’mon…c’mon / It’s no time to deflate. / Don’t be an ingrate! / I don’t have time to / w…
Dune Storm
Waiting for the wave to crash / upon the sandy shore. / I want to be charged with the energy! / I stand here, wanting more. / Calling for the lightning to strike. / I need a fire to start, from insid…
Cave Dweller
The only constant in this life is change. / If you chose to conform, / adjust to the norm. / If you choose to adapt, / bend, but do not snap. / As you move through / your days, / make your way throug…
On Edge
Today, I wonder where you’ve gone. / You’re not sitting where I can see you. / I can’t hear your voice either. / I miss your wit and wisdom. / I love the laughs we share. / As you te…
Remeber The Words
Screaming into the void, / I anticipate an echo. My ear hears no sound. Staring into the black, / I search deeply for a relection. My eye sees only darkness. Images perceived help shape wh…
Order
In the silence / I try to put / my thoughts in order. / Giving them names or numbers. / Time ticks by, / as I become lost; / associating flashes, / and snapshots / of dreams / with fragments / of ev…
