Creative writing, poetic and descriptive pieces. Occasional short story.
It can be the most beautiful spectrum of life, the most colourful aspect of every silhouette. It can be the most devastating pain, the most stabbing of truths unraveled at the speed of light. It can be the most thrilling ride, filled with highs and lows, ups and downs, resets and continuation. It can be … Continue reading It
He was a trendsetter. He wrote about himself, and they all wrote about him. So he wrote about her, and they all wrote about her. Then he wrote about them, and they all left. None the readier. MG 21.2.17
(Creative writing: May 2009 - when it all began) Perhaps there was nothing wrong with her to begin with, and she was just as normal as everyone else. But maybe it was her honesty that landed her where she was now—a rut. All that she once represented, all that she once was, the person she … Continue reading Don’t Look Away
I spent some time in a metaphorical submarine as the unconscious unfurled while I sought answers in the depths of me. Thankfully, I did have wifi connection wherever I went, so upon emerging from the deep blue seas, it was not a particularly intimidating readjustment. If anything, I was rather excited to come back to … Continue reading While I Was Away…
Perhaps one day we'll meet again In the sky or in the sea. And though it was water that washed us away T'was the winds that blew you to me... I love you, but I couldn't save you. Only you can save yourself, darling, and what breaks my heart... is that you don't even … Continue reading Lost Love
(Creative writing: 2016) "If you're sick of everyone falling for you, stop being so bloody perfect then," she'd screamed at me, a sheer projection of inadequacy. * * * * * I know that feeling, I was young once, and I remember that insecurity. I also remember the effort it took to outgrow those feelings … Continue reading The Arguments We Forgot to Have
Love... If chasing sunshine has taught me one thing, it's that opening your curtains means you can just let it come. (Generally, open curtains means a tidy room first...) * * * * * My experience of love is one that can be expressed on so many different levels. There is the love of the … Continue reading Love. More of It.
I was stuck in a room with the two of them, both of whom felt the other to be intolerable. I was summonsed to arbitrate the situation, a mediation of sorts. Why? Well...I was about to find out. When I'd first entered the room, I saw him sitting there with a sideways glare, arms folded … Continue reading Arbitration
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 