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River Rise
Posted on August 6, 2018
A river of pain flows from the fractures of my crushed soul, from my inner breaks, pain pours within me, a river that cuts my weaknesses into hard edges. It drowns a piece of me everyday. Its rumble plays in my head, and vibrates under my skin. Liquid battle drums. I rise as waterfalls crash […]
River Ghost
Posted on August 6, 2018
I left my ghost in the river. He haunts as he flows in the water. His pain bubbles up, crashing, and splashing on the rocks of destiny that continue to divide and direct him, the roar from the impact creates a calming cry. Listen as my ghost brings you peace. The river always flows, no […]
Salt
Posted on June 25, 2018
I see autumn brown hills in your eyes, under the rustling earth hues, there is a vivacious green ready to spring, like life curled in a seashell. I take my hand and tilt your chin up, looking down into your eyes, I hear the ocean whispering in your gaze, waves crash whenever you blink, and […]
Temptresses
Posted on June 25, 2018
Love does not extinguish, it lights other candles, the birth of new flames, glow with faces from the past. Red veiled memories flirt with the future. My fingers are burned, trying to touch something that isn’t there. Time is a temptress and I’m caught trying to slip off the dress of her illusion. I’m caught […]
An End to Start
Posted on June 25, 2018
Love lacerates the wind, your breath bleeds in the breeze, your whispers stain my dreams with red. I hear you, even when you don’t speak. Your screams color the inside of my skull a shade of burnt burgundy. Blue and purple bruises form from your teeth, which I feel in the chilling wind that scrapes […]
Broken Furniture
Posted on April 30, 2018
I used my teeth to step into your lower lip, left my white shoes at the door. Made a home in your kiss. The words that you whispered to me on those midnights surround me, cheap furniture. I sit on the ragged couch of your well wishes and watch the TV of your smile. The […]
F U C K
Posted on April 29, 2018
In the yolk of my shadow there’s a dead dream with the tar of yesterday dripping down its half-sprouted feathers. I can see the phantom pain kicking against my shadow’s shell. A false sense. A false hope. I embrace my shadow as she mourns. I see her polaroid tears, they shiver as they trickle down […]
Smoke
Posted on April 20, 2018
She’s smoke. In my lungs, in my veins. Racing through my blood, causing my blood to thread together, causing a cross to form within, a chemical crucifixion, nailing my ghost back, a bloody crucifix. She’s smoke. I can see her. I can breathe her, but I can’t touch her. She left me in smoke as […]
Sky
Posted on April 20, 2018
I unzipped the night and saw your flesh underneath. I unzipped the night and felt your flesh underneath. I pressed my lips on your neck, singing as I kissed the sky. Your nocturnal dress rests on the ground, you don’t need that black dress tonight. I keep singing my song until you feel the sunrise […]
past away
Posted on February 13, 2018
I can’t fly to the past. I can’t beat my wings beyond the guardians of yesterday. They protect what’s carved and etched, with revolving clock hands that spin like a helicopter rotor, only sending me further into the future. The more I reach for those memories, the more tomorrow tries to hold my outreached hand.