Tag Archives: creative writing

Homesick

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Nostalgia arrives
Like mighty tides
Ebb and flow
High and low
From time to time
Clime to clime
Maybe its the crazy pills
Maybe its just me
Alone
Dwelling in bubbling thoughts
Condone
Reviving, rediscovering, revolving
Hidden, yet vivid
Gruesome, and livid
Old memories
Humid, dampened
Books in the attic
Layered with dust
A muddy crust
Enveloping pages
Ages upon ages
Hued and textured by
Big black clouds
Roaring loud
That come and go
High and low
Coming again today
Distant, abate
To open a window
Let the wind blow
Gusts of emotions
Rapid motions
How I hated school
How I loved the rain
The joy, the pain
How I hated my dingy home
Existing on my own
It comes to me
But only in my dreams.

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Palpitations

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My rusty ribcage is a coffin
Lathered walls, painted poison
Chained tight for suffocation
Grasped by the mortification.

It is my plea, abandon me not
To be left alone, lost in thought
I am drying up in this drought
Strangled, entangled in distraught.

Ivy, vines, snakes, and weeds
These roots under my skin creep
Carving gnawing gashes deep
Tides that never go to sleep

Tumbleweed

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Drip, drip, drip
Another failure
Another slip
The unbearable
Dreary routine
Rusted to the tip
Some days I grumble
Others I mumble
I don’t fall
But I stumble
On glassy words
On pointy shards
Jagged swords
Like violin chords
Same old, same old
Tired of being told
Your dreams
Ambitions
Too bold, too bold!
Free me
If you see me
Lunging, plunging
In to tyranny
For I fear
Being unaware
Caught in despair
All flames, no flare

Flesh and Bones

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The empty space between my bones
The echoing rattles of hollow stones
The harrowing abyss of a hole in space
The blankness of a canvas sprawling my face
The seduction of melancholy on my skin
The blood in my veins infected with sin
The shackling muscles wringing my heart
The pushing, the pumping, the stop, the start
The verdict is final, the damnation eternal
The fallacy of a mortal; a tale infernal
The screams of agony fall silent like a mime
The battle of toil, a raging tide against time
The play begins with shrill of a piercing cry
The cry never leaves until the day you die

Prioress

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Give me some time
Give me some space

Take me to a place

Where I won’t be asked
The tedious task

(A sigh, alas!)

Of rituals
Of prayers

By righteous sayers

Of pious deeds
Of noble needs

Underlying greeds

Pursuing what I cannot
Unforgiving when I forgot

To offer specific alms
To quell certain qualms

Shame
The sin to beautify

Blame
Till the day you die

Follow and obey
As they say

Dare not dismay!

Look pretty
Act petty

It’s all a game of pawns

Play dirty
Look sturdy

Until you are bygones

Mortals

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Flashing blurry faces
one, two, and three
Tiptoed, scurried paces
thinking that we’re free

Street lights are fading
down a flashing sea
Paranoia raiding
so we can’t believe

Betting like horses on
humans of the streets
Weighing down moments
counting to sixty

Birthday cake candles
flicker eternity
Blown out a lifetime
pursuing sanity

Mumble, bumble, jumble
like a busy bee
Set ourselves on fire
just so we can breath