creative writing
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Second Haiku
Red ribbons flutter The sun walks blooming branches Spring hides in rainbows Continue reading
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A Proper Goodbye
You will find meIn shreds of pencil shavingsSkin smudgedIn the clumsy graphiteOf uncertain proseRewritten over and overUntil I can taste its dust –Like charcoal –In my mouthPrickling down my throatTo cluster within my veinsRushing with anxious vanityTo write one final pieceIn the fashionOf a proper goodbyeTo these last few pagesMarking the endOf another precious journal— Continue reading
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With Eyes Wide Shut
Reclusive minds Joined together Sheltered within twin coves – Eyes fashioned In the delicacy of stained glass To embellish the world in reflections Of a sun-drenched halcyon Wrought from desperation That bends and fractures Bleeding through With a raw, unrelenting light Burning At their thin pupils Irises fogged Against the true colors Of the world So they remain Doggedly blind To preserve the fragile vestiges Of their broken sanity Continue reading
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Pipe Dreams
The hourglass shifts Collecting whispers Of vacillant thought — Abundant wishes Spilling from An anxious heart Trapped Within circadian cycles Of moving Yet going Nowhere Continue reading
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A Poetic Ramble
My words have gone — Lost In the roil and roar Of the tide Chasing mirth At the bare ankles Of sandy feet Strolling the shoreline Where my thoughts Have scampered away On thin, sprightly legs Into a sapphire oblivion Without looking back Leaving me behind To mindlessly ponder The exact moment A small rip Continue reading
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Yonder – Weekend Writing Prompt #202
YonderThe Caribbean blueUncharted watersRipple with the ambitionsOf a lone sailorTo find rumored treasuresBuried on verdant isles Bottled messagesWash ashoreThe burgeoning tideReflecting indulgent ambersOf a summer sunWhere children findFlotsamOf his unrealized dreams Another weekend writing prompt completed! Thanks to SammiCox for thinking of such a fun challenge to keep our writerly muscles flexing 😅 Happy Sunday! Continue reading
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Where Hope Is
Won’t you Lift your head, dear one? Gravity hangs Your porcelain neck In chains Dooming your dreams To be stomped out Crushed petals On the gunmetal pavement When did it all go wrong That you flinch At even the gentlest sound And recoil from a helping hand; Lacquered eyes glaring warily Through the thicket Of your lashes Rainbows have come and gone In the spaces Of every cosmic breath Vestiges left behind In the ubiquity Continue reading
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The Power of Words
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about words and the power they hold. Truthfully, they should have been as inconsequential as the pebbles and gravel at our feet, merely giving us that satisfying crunch beneath our shoes. Innocuous and benign. But they’re the fissures crumbling into wide jaws that can eat us alive, without remorse, Continue reading
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Musical Release
She often missed the sepia-toned days of having a cassette player. There’d been something soothing about listening to a rewinding tape, with the occasional crackle after she’d pressed play with a stubby finger, releasing rhythmic waves of catharsis. There’d been magic to music then and there was still nothing that could compare, in the way Continue reading
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Russian Roulette
She was stuck in the bowels of a nightmare. It was as if her skull splintered open as she jolted awake, choking on the sensation of her heart squeezing down her throat. She was back where she’d first found herself: in a barely lit room, sitting across from some stranger at a table. Between them Continue reading
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