Tag Archives: creative writing

20:150 Ash snowflakes causing innocent laughter, tongues poking out and tasting the dead. Living now coated with their regret, unknown resentment seeping into the earth.

20:149 Catch the words from the air and put them down. Force them into paper, squish them with ink, seal them Into place. Forever stationary, forever trapped to serve the reader.

20:148 I embarrassed you, I know, with my stubborn and stupid nature, insisting I was right when knowing I was wrong. Too late my mouth won’t stop, admit defeat, and your eyes turn away, dismissing all respect and happiness.

20:147 Long and scraggly growing from your scalp, a rope creeping further down your body, ready to engulf and squeeze. Interfere in all things, even with breathing.

20:146 Animal breath thick with rot, choking. Needle sharp fur enclosed, an iron maiden piercing skin, hidden from the world. Will they hear your screams? Do you have any left?

20:145 Back into the cage and do better, so when, if, you are released, you can say this time you made it worth it. You deserve to be a part of this world, this story.

20:144 Ignorant of your movements, too absorbed in my own concerns. Missing signs and moments that should be acknowledged, cherished bragged of to all, who would smile but roll their eyes at the repetition. Pay attention, or the moments will disappear.

20:143 You can’t make a sculpture on the bus, create a satisfactory piece for the world to admire and approve of. Any bumpy creation is dismissed and forgotten. What bus were we created on?

20:142 How poetry got into you and exposed your inner being, forced out secrets in enigmas. Can they read it? Do they want to? Or does it speak differently to them, and reveal their own selves with words written by another.

20: 141 A floating follower that never touches your path, cannot understand footprints and echoes, or heaviness and bones. They will never tire, they will never leave.