I'm not here to take the pain To shelter you from the storm again I'm not here to suffer the blame To confront the fire that can't be tamed No, I'm here on my own accord With an agenda, I forewarn I'll take the bull right by the horns Throw him into a garden of … Continue reading The Bull
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 … Continue reading Time
(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 … Continue reading As I Lay Dying
(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 … Continue reading It’s Good to Be Back
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?
She was so consumed by her dark side That she saw with her heart and not with her eyes. M.G.