creative writing
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Absence
I am kept from the pen — Tossed in a writhing mass of faces Blurred in a monochrome haze Faces I must smile at Lips pulled stiff with zombified emotion As they filter through white halls Dragging luggage stuffed with expectation To lounge in our tropical paradise Leaving the sillage of continental winds To drift Continue reading
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Our Youth
Carefree days Of not so long ago Reminiscence colored In sepia clouds As wistful breaths echo The slaps of our bare feet On sun-soaked asphalt Where the heat had only peppered Our energetic strides As we raced each other up the hills Back then Our chests were so full Puffed like burnished iron Threatening to Continue reading
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Picture Perfect
Picture perfect — Smiles captured within the lens Gleaming faces wrapped Around tender expressions Cheeks dimpled with glee Squinted eyes hugging joy Between thick lashes Expressions Not so easily mimicked now Yet preserved In wooden frames Hooked on walls Seated on night tables Buried in dusty albums She still revisits Huddled in the frail glow Continue reading
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Idyll – Weekend Writing Prompt #109
It’s the simple things. Watching the sun spread soft pink arms across the sky, in a distant hug that still feels warm and near. Listening to the birds perched on power lines and tree branches, chirping a refreshing ode to mother nature’s nurturing hand. It’s the wind and its playful ruffle of her hair; its Continue reading
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Wilted
Her smile wilts Petals through the hourglass Happiness an aphotic memory Irretrievable From the hollow depths Of a past hope Unwilling to open up to her Unwilling to show her The many times The sun had winked at her Lighting her path Through the clouds Photo credit: Avogado6 Continue reading
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Confessions
It’s hard to write sometimes and I envy those who make it look so easy. The ones who can so expertly spin gold out of only a few black threads; creating literary miracles that leave your mind in a lasting state of wonder. It’s okay to be honest, right? Sometimes I hate my inability to Continue reading
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If Only
He remembered the day of the accident; how soulless her eyes had become. Even as tears ran like mascara stains down her cheek — bruised from being rubbed in the dirt by her upperclassmen — a vacancy had erased the desperate sadness he’d felt from her several times before. If he’d reached out to her Continue reading
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Gone
You were — As a bird That loved to eat From the palm of my hand A butterfly I could easily coax To perch with delicate grace Upon my finger’s slender branch Yet I can sense the wind Gathering ‘neath your wings The palpable frisson Of your zeal to leave my side And I cannot Continue reading
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Rage
It only takes a moment A singular breath charged With venomous intent For harmony to go up in flames Mushrooming into an angry cacophony Of voices raised Like crashing cymbals Unleashing wildfire Snapping gossamer harnesses From mercurial tongues Hurtling fireballs In all directions Innocent hearts scorched Within the destructive blaze And when the violent flame Continue reading
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Weekend Writing Prompt #108 – Mercurial
She’d never seen a robot cry. Their inability to express human emotion had made them distinct. Unflawed and incorruptible. But mercurial tears stained his cheeks and his voice broke her stunned silence. “Is this what sadness looks like?” I’m not much of a sci-fi fan, but the idea of robots was the first thing that Continue reading
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