Creative writing, poetic and descriptive pieces. Occasional short story.
"I'm Beer for you..." "Oh, for fuck's saké!" "Hakuna ma vodka? Rumming you up wrong? Too... Winey?Photo...Ginic?" "Whiskey and whiskers? Burping after Bourbon?" "Taste of Tequila? Moves like Jäger? Kinky Kahlúa?" "Wait a Triple Sec! Ambushed by Amarula, armed with Amaretto, Absinthe's the absentee..." "On the contrary,your Cointreaucompared me to Compariand honestly,Grand Marnier,that's not really … Continue reading Booze Poem by MG
"Change" isn't what we see or unsee; "Change" is the difference in how we experience what we see in the unseen. ~Mikavelli~ Life just seems so different now Not triggered by sudden noises nor crowds Or perhaps because there just aren't as many around Or maybe the echoes just don't sound as loud Trains and … Continue reading Seeing the Unseen
Dear Darling, You asked me recently to opine on your 'issue' Though it's pretty obvious, given all the clues Seems you're scared to feel what's real to you Scared of projecting what you've been through All the while desiring adventure and something new Yearning to love freely breaking from your ideals and rules Still, guarding … Continue reading Poem to You
Need I remind you that I am as I am Not perfect, not great Neither bad, nor evil I am only as real As you are capable of knowing I am as I am A transformation in the making An experience of all that I have been through ...I am as you are... A reflection … Continue reading I Am As I Am
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one need not die to enter hell therefore it is the path of least resistance-MG- In Mitch Albom's book The Five People You Meet in Heaven, readers encounter five characters who had significant impact on the protagonist's life before he entered heaven. It is a book that shows the guidance and influence of the people … Continue reading The Five People You Meet in Hell
Lines weaved left right overlapped Generating a pattern for a tablemat Its formulation stares at me as I type these words Onto the screen as my eyes unravel worlds The tablemat is envious that my fingers stroke the keyboard Wonders why its only purpose is to keep tables from being scorched Well mat, I didn’t … Continue reading A Banterous Ode to Tablemat
It was his only chance He rushed towards the door Impulse was his weakness Thus he tripped onto the floor Knowing who was knocking He wanted to make an impression Little did he realise he was bound By a wheelchair and a confession He picked himself up to get the door To her surprise, this … Continue reading Impulse Was His Weakness (Collaboration)
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 