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The Broken Umbrella (Creative Writing Exercise)
Even in breaking there is purpose, and even in getting wet there is hope.
The Blade (A Poem)
I wonder to whom I owe this pleasure Of some distorted story line In some unholy scene of bloodless torture As if some common pretentious wannabe Has reigned over me like a troubled god. […]
While She Sleeps
While she sleeps I stare into a wild unknown Seeking out the better parts of me Wanting to make them real. While she sleeps […]
The Final Breath
He laid there, the immense pain in his chest beginning to numb under the realization that he was dying. Just moments before he was alive, enjoying the morning with his beloved, laughing about the memories they had created the night before. Now, he was sprawled out on the living room floor fighting for air, and wanting so desperately to talk.
The Unbridled Truth Within Us
In the finite sands of THAT time She called, she came, she wanted She took me She left me She took me again And now I laugh as a lump of flesh on her bed […]
When (Poem)
I withhold When I don’t know why I’m angry I remember When I simply want to forget I create When I just want to sit and watch you I […]
Single Touch
In the candlelight lays destiny
In the moment there is a mountain of truth
Wanting…needing…knowing
Reaching out for an answer to the call
