It’s Finals Week and between my huge assignments and work, I’m exhausted. WORN OUT Creeping, itching tick tick tick, side of the face. I break off, a bone, a word to string together more bones more words for an essay, easy, no ese! essay…stuck drinking coffee, want to drink some beer. Tired and distraught,…
Free Hand #7 (Dark Storm)
The weather’s pretty gloomy outside, my favorite kind of weather. Raining and grey clouds all day hahahaha. This is a rough piece directed to those that may not love the rain as much as I do. The rain that covers the roads, the pavement, the house with electric green grass where you sit inside…
Short Story: Amelia (Part #1)
This is an excerpt from a short story series I started working on three years ago. Found these remnants earlier today and I am thinking about working on these stories again and posting my work. Amelia brushed her long blonde hair, applied a little make up here and there, smoothing out her frazzled black skirt,…
Free Hand #6
It is a beautiful day today. This is a rough draft of a poem I am working on. Deals with sight, ignorance and acceptance. I will probably post a revision of this poem in the next couple of days. Sun crystallizes, rays break into glass, sharp enough to cut. your eyes glitter, always shining, reflecting…
Freehand Poem #5
The sun is out and glistens. The tree bends under breeze. The electric blue sky holds more than my mind. Ramblings; words that mean nothing in the static, nothing in the sky. Birds are only specks way up high, moving like fish against the blue. An eye that opens to see the edge before it…