As children we ran Carefree through the streets Looking at the stars We still believed The adults started talking differently Hushed voices and newspapers Things I once saw every day Hidden away But the adults[…]
Tag: night
“Loss of Religion” – Night Personal Response
Firstly, I want to quickly explain my feature image known as the “Creation of Adam” by Michelangelo (made in 1511- 1512). Artwork in itself has many different interpretations (just like written works as well). It[…]
“Dear Mr. Wiesel” Night Response
Dear readers, welcome to my creative response to one Elie Wiesel’s Night. Perhaps the most accurate way to describe my response is this: an open letter, directed at Mr. Wiesel, discussing and questioning Night. Enjoy, […]
Faith in Religion – “Night” Personal Response
A Response to “Night” by[…]
“The Night and I” Night Personal Response
The Night and I. Take a step forward. One backward. Realize the enveloping darkness. Within one’s soul, lies the lifeless night… It captures me and I resist. Resisting with my limbs, body, and[…]
The Boy in a Knight’s Armour
You wore the sun, daisies and the stars like the suit of armour. Just like King Arthur did, but you always found that it weighed you down, that your kindness was always taken for weakness[…]
Protector; Tormentor
Remember the moon survives, draws herself out crescent-thin, a curved woman. Untouchable, she bends around the shadow that pushes himself against her, and she waits. Remember how you waited when the nights bled their[…]
The Night That Never Ends
I had a really hard time writing this piece and it took me a while. Even though it’s not great and mainly just a bunch of dismal discombobulation, I hope you will enjoy it. Warning: sensitive[…]
Painting By Night
What do these texts suggest about an individual’s capacity for self-sacrifice in the face of compelling circumstances? (Polished Personal) Creative Response to “Dancer” with connections based on the imagery of darkness and light to represent[…]
Evancescence
I am tired. In the spaces between my heartbeats I find moments of silence anchored by shadows to the breath of every dawn, but this is before the daytime expels sunrise’s misty serenity and thrusts[…]