Poem #41: The Wall
_The Wall_ The wall is as warm As the fresh-baked cookies That our grandmothers' make; Yet the heat radiates, As if the wall is alive. Rough as sandpaper, that is slowly Tearing and clawing the skin as A cat does your furniture; Coarse as a...
Creative Writing Prompt #2: Nature Scene
_Sitting Under a Weeping Willow Tree_ A small, sleeping red fox sits beneath the weeping willow tree, its fur a vivid orange of captured sunlight resting beneath the soft green of the tree's branches. Its eyes are closed in its peaceful slumber, a...
Creative Writing Prompt #1: Subject Analysis
_Subject Analysis Using Imagery:_ _My Friend Eating Lunch_ The shades of hair on his head that cascade down his back in interwoven strands are an equal mixture of lighter and slightly darker hues of blonde. Many loose strands of hair hang down around...
Poem #83: What If...
_What If..._ What if I told you that I lie to you? That's right, I lie to you. I know it hurts, but it's true. I'm not lying this time, I swear. But I do tell you the truth when I say I don't always tell the truth Though I always try. I lie to...
Poem #32: Society
_Society_ The region of wealth Sapping the strength Of personality Power is an illusion Avert your eyes From the terror within For authority can cause fear Control over the masses No control over oneself Pride is not vain Both are not...
Poem #29: Truth and Lies
_Truth and Lies_ 1. Truth The tides of truth wash us all; Wash us through and flush us out. The water seemed so clear, But it chokes us out And soils our soul. The waves of truth shock us all; Electrocutes us to the very core. The shock...
Poem #31: Spring
_Spring_ My brain is buzzing My heart is blooming Blood is murmuring A river flowing fast The Queen She pollinates my soul Her smile The sun shines down on me I bask in her radiance Air filled with her scent The time of new beginnings ...
Poem #39: Memories
_Memories_ These thoughts might leave I fear, I hope to never lose; Thoughts held so dear, Memories are not whom, but whose. The truth I will discover, Always hope to see; Never I intend to smother, Honest and devout I'll be. They...
Poem #38: Perception
_Perception_ I don t know what I _feel_ Is what I _see_, sight? Is what I hear, Is what I _hear_ sound? The _words_ all fall apart Inside my mouth Yet I cannot _taste_ them Cannot _touch_ them And then I feel my _nose_ fracture Into pieces,...
Annabel and the Sea
If only she could remember. It was becoming so difficult to remember anything anymore. But the one thing she could not remember is what had happened to her child. They told her that she was getting old. They told her she was having memory problems....
Poem #59: Heal
_Heal_ Feel the colors of flowing time Never spend dollar nor dime Cannot escape what's fake or real Drink in dark fire and heal Let the words thicken me Strengthen this resounding plea Emblem on the page will seal Drink in black liquid and...
Creative Writing Prompt #4: Interior Monologue
_Point of View: The father of a victim - he is at the execution of his son/daughter's murderer_ He could feel his hate fly at the man in the chair across the room. So much hate. Why did he kill her? His little girl? Oh, why? Why, why, why, why her?...