– Something Lost – “…the impact of separation in an individual’s life” (Text: Perpetual Motion by Tony Hoagland) The days were hot and the nights were brisk on those seemingly endless roads. It was just[…]
Tag: Soul
Something Concealed – A Musical Poetry Emulation
– Musical Poetry Emulation – The following is an attempt at something new. To the world of creative writing I am still a novice; so, to test the waters of this new world I[…]
Chalk Pastels and a Childhood Soul – “Siren Song” Polished Personal Response
Note: Hey! Sorry this took forever to post. I have been turning this post over and over in my head as though to plan its perfect execution, but it just wasn’t piecing together the way[…]
Her Soul is Wind, Fire, Earth and Air
I. January 2017 Back then she was grounded, mind stable and firm. Grounded by their amity, their affection and attention. She hadn’t experienced life without them, nor could remember life without them […]
Two Shifts to the Illusion of Glue
I find I judge the greatness of writing by its likeness to poetry. Truly philosophical lines hardly sound anything if not poetic. Typically, I prefer poetry that is a mess of metaphor and aesthetically pleasing[…]
Loser for Love
I don’t know who I am, and that’s the truth. It’s as true as the blemishes on my skin and the weariness of my hands. I’m the figure enshrouded in mist, a small stone statue[…]
Behind My Eyes
I’ve always been scared of eyes. I don’t like things touching my eye talking about eyes, thinking about eyes. Bright lights are fires sticks of eyeliner are sticks of dynamite, eye contact is painful. […]
Meticulous Observations
“Meticulous Observations” I see people strolling by, And I can’t help but notice their clothes. What do they say about them? The wearer of bright clothing Seems to wear it only to conceal a darker[…]
Who Am I?–A Portrait
~ PART ONE–THE FACADE ~ ~ When I look in the mirror, I see a girl whose desire is painted green. Green. Like the gem she was named after or the light burning furiously at[…]
Who am I?
I don’t know. But I have some ideas. Vanity- Mentally, Physically- My Facade Believe it or not, I concern myself over the opinions and thoughts of others more than I would[…]