"The person who wrote this Permitted me to post it But only on the premise That I keep the name anonymous" Letter To A Lover I’m writing this knowing that you probably won’t read it, and even if you did, you sure as hell won’t bring it up, so win-win for me. I get it … Continue reading Obsession
You left in haste Without a trace Which probably explains why It's taken a while To learn to love again To learn to be a friend To learn to value you To learn to embrace the new You were wonderful, Skye, yes you were For the longest time you were my only world The only … Continue reading The End Is Only The Beginning
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
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
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 