creativewriting Category
MONEY
Posted on June 23, 2017
They say money is the root of all evil. They say love is the root of all pain. I’m in love with money. I’m fucked.
Declaration
Posted on June 22, 2017
I am carved by the ocean and the night. I felt the ocean mold me, beat me, until I took the shape it wanted. It smoothed me over, but left some rough edges. I CAN STILL CUT YOU. I felt the night illuminate me with darkness. It poured itself inside of me, I mothered it, […]
days go by
Posted on June 15, 2017
I am not blowing out any more candles. My dreams have aged more than me. Their skin, wrinkled and pale. Their hair, gray. I fear my dreams are going to die before me and I won’t have anywhere to bury them. I will be left cradling them like a stillborn child.
S.A.I.L.
Posted on June 13, 2017
You wanted to sail the seven seas in search of spices, so you found the same when my teeth met your neck. You wanted to sail the seven seas in search of sugar, so you found the same when my lips moistened your body’s secrets. You wanted to sail the seven seas in search of […]
sunburnt hangovers
Posted on June 11, 2017
Sunburnt hangovers remind me of you, to love in excess, ignoring all warnings, for our well-being, to allow an unconstrained, even if temporary, love to burn with no limits, just like the sun’s UV tongue rays leaving red lick wounds on our bodies, the drunken sun takes body shots off of us, and all we […]
embrace
Posted on June 10, 2017
It really was your embrace that I missed, like words held within quotes, it made me feel like I belonged to someone.
lakeside
Posted on June 6, 2017
In the lake of my sins your reflection glistens. The water ripples as our past whispers with a wet voice. Our necks moist with words. You always manage to take off your clothes for a swim.
a sweet sight
Posted on June 5, 2017
Your eyes, two reservoirs of honey, I’m stuck in your gaze, but always remember that the bees are still from that red beehive called my heart. Don’t forget there is mutuality in love. Don’t let beauty break us.
Ghosts of Justice
Posted on June 5, 2017
Vengeance, swiftly, quietly, quickly. A ghost of justice, by the time you realize what’s going on you’ll be fitted in a pair of concrete boots. It’ll be just you and me. We’ll leave from a red shore, and I will make sure the tide of righteousness takes you where you belong. A ghost of justice, […]
endgame
Posted on June 1, 2017
Your love wrote its suicide note with lipstick on my heart’s mirror, so when I self-reflect its final words are all over me. I finally found your love, hanging in the basement of our dreams. I got to clean this up now.