Category: Creative Writing

You

We are only ever incarcerated by what we perceive to be "need". This is why loving you, darling, is my liberation. My liberty. I'm free, you're free, and amidst all this freedom, I choose you. MG

Write Truth with Love

“Write it with love,” I kept telling myself as I nervously tried to muster up the words. Writing from the heart was never hard until I realized how much there is to say, and yet so few words to convey. Perhaps that’s why I resort to poetry, it’s the direct link to the heart, to … Continue reading Write Truth with Love →

Write Until…

Write until all that remains is love; Love always remains. Write until the clouds shift, until the sun comes out to play. Write until there is no more anger, no more pain, no more fear, no more anxiety, no more excuses, no more boundaries. Write, and write, and write, until all that remains...is Love. It's … Continue reading Write Until… →

To: You

To You: I'm out of words. A thousand pages of poetry later and I've one conclusion: I don't need you as much as you think I do but I want you I miss you and I love you You. Just, as you are. You. MG

Writing is Immortality

Writing is immortality. It is that flux between turning memories and fantasy into reality. You get inspired, you fall in love with that feeling, you want to keep that spark alive, so you write. You write about what inspires you, you write about who inspires you. You write, and write, and write, until you realize … Continue reading Writing is Immortality →

Fight

I don’t want someone to fight for me. I don’t want someone to fight against me. I want someone to fight with me. If that’s too much to ask, then I’ll fight alone regardless. I didn’t get this far to make it just here. I didn’t get this far by waiting around to prove my … Continue reading Fight →

Have You Seen Her Write?

Have you ever seen her write? 

Have you ever just sat, and watched her surrender as the paper devoured her soul, as the pen carved into the unmarked linings of reproduced trees? I have. I’ve seen her write. I’ve fallen asleep to the image of her etching patches of her soul into her diary. I’ve … Continue reading Have You Seen Her Write? →