To you, I write this because I can articulate with my hands better than the occasional eloquence that springs from these lips of mine. Alas, I shall get straight to what I want to say. You. You entered my life unexpectedly, into my (unbeknown to me) open doors. That spark, that chemistry, that depth felt [...]
(Creative writing, REALLY old one from 2011. Darker writing, found it when I was going through old material.) --------- And as I lay dying, the sounds of the conspirators remind me of who I was supposed to become. It's never too late to be who you want to be, but watching the world pass by [...]
(Disclaimer: If this post causes emotional discomfort, please confront your demons by heeding wise advice.) I was spontaneous yesterday. Now, for those of you who know me -- it really does depend which era of me you know, now, doesn't it? Let's try this again. For those of you who have known me in the [...]
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 [...]
She was so consumed by her dark side That she saw with her heart and not with her eyes. M.G.
A poem I wrote back in 2007, the year I truly fell in love with the piano.