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Skies of Skin
Posted on February 9, 2018
Last night, my body was the sky. I felt sizzling stars glowing underneath my skin, shining starlight through my pores, one of my pupils was the sun and the other was the moon. The emboldened sun raged with flames and rays, sending its light down my body, illuminating its side of my face and body, […]
f e a r
Posted on February 8, 2018
The fear builds up around me like a yellow elephant-skinned light bulb. I stare around, alert eyes not expecting, amazed as the adrenaline bulb turns on, blazing, eyes being crushed and stomped into bits and pieces by the fiery army boots which are worn by the marching radiant heat worn by two eternally growing, glowing […]
Solace
Posted on February 7, 2018
In the misty shadows of your dark eyes there is a calming refuge unlike any other place, your risen eyelashes spread above me like two black roofs, putting everything below them in an engulfing shadow, protecting me from this scorching life. Looking up, seeing two giant white moons, shining their soothing light on me, a […]
Wild Freedom
Posted on December 13, 2017
Together, on a shore of stars with waves from the dark universe crashing against us, we made promises to each other. We walked on sandy stars, stepping on the edge of light, staring into the sea of darkness, feeling the currents spray eternity on us as we kiss, we watched comets leap like dolphins, and the […]
Love My Goodbyes
Posted on December 12, 2017
I opened the envelopes of my wrists and pulled out two red letters for you. You always liked my love letters, but my goodbye letters are better. Do you see my heart pulse on the pages? The pentameter of my heartbeat exiting your mouth as you read. The exhale of my breath coming out of […]
Need or Bleed?
Posted on December 9, 2017
You need me. I bleed you. When you understand the difference, then you will understand my pain.
Will You Be My Runaway Muse?
Posted on December 8, 2017
I have two coins behind my eyes, mirrors I use to self-reflect, I see runaway women walking in the corridors of my mind, their feet blackened with holy dirt from the promised land, they peel back my thoughts, like skin from rotting apples, smearing the dripping fruit, on the walls of my brain, painting dream […]
Piano Player
Posted on December 6, 2017
Hey piano player, I can hear you playing downstairs as I sit in my naked room in a state of tomb gloom. Those notes press through the walls and like wild flowers thrusting out of white sand they bloom into the other side, into my empty room. They shuffle through the old crackling paint as […]
I Wish I Wrote You
Posted on November 28, 2017
I wish I wrote you. The syllable count of your facial features is perfect. The way your hair flows rhymes with your glances. Your clothes fit like tightly lined up stanzas and when I read the words with my lips I find the meaning underneath. I wish I wrote you, but I am no such […]
My City
Posted on November 26, 2017
I live life. I hold my city’s hand, embracing her imperfect culture like she is the only one for me. I kiss the scars of the fractured streets on her body, admiration creates traffic. Her night sky hair falls on the hills of her shoulders, She smiles, her skyline shows, buildings like teeth. Her lower […]