Tagged: writing

improvised spoken word 0

On Writing

Spoken Word   I couldn’t get you off my mind today so instead I just Unleashed my strain of consciousness upon this Webpage which is hardly the same grand gesture as a Hand-written note...

poem about perseverance 0

One-Sided

Poem   I don’t want to write about the gray cement Or the gray sky or the gray buildings and clouds I don’t want to write about how I feel too embarrassed to talk...

poem about writing poetry 0

Pages

Poem   Along the way A guess can lead you faster Scent, a guide to the day A friend came along, saved you From disaster Helping hands write a story Most would find familiar...

poem about longing 0

Idle, Get Your Fill

Poem about Longing   You are always You are always dreaming Dreaming always, you are Getting off that train of thought Prime directives caress Roman is so easy to master Unlike you, feeling You,...

breakup poem 0

Untitled — Swearing Off

Breakup Poem I finally have to go Will I write you? Possibility will be on your side As soon as I make room with parting It’ll feel that uncomfortable sensation Of my warmth, still...

poem about writing 0

Explosions In The Pen

Poem   Bring me salvation in the pen. In well wishes scribbled out On the back of leftover napkins. Watch the ink blot out Radiant explosions. The letters may never say What we hoped....

Short Stories 0

To My New Love

Short Story   “Oh, who cares,” we sometimes think at our most blue moments. “I am boring and it is boring and writing about it all is boring too.” At times like these we...

Backpacking is Awesome 0

Writing, 10/28

One tick to the right and I’m off Running like it was the path that I meant to follow all along Arms before face to protect it from the brambles and the branches That...

Gorilla in the Park 0

Write Like Glen Duncan

Let me write like Glen Duncan. I would top every Christmas list And prayer, Send it seaward in bottles and Skyward on doves If I thought it would make it one iota more likely....

Writing in Bed 1

3:24 A.M.

Welcome to my second life The beautiful stretch between the hours of 2 and 5 a.m. In which you sleep next to me and I am afforded the freedom to write write write With...