Prose and Poetry

the Creator.

A universe sits at the tips of my fingers –waiting to be penned into existence. The blank page before me sings out fromthe endless lines,the infinite possibilities,the worlds waiting to be breathed into life. Characters hold their breath as their eyes follow the...

The Smoke

Spencer’s hooded brown eyes skirted uneasily along the lengths of the crowded living room as beads of sweat begun to form on his balding forehead. He wanted to pretend he hadn’t noticed the sign at the entrance to the premises that had explicitly forbidden the one...

come home, darling

i dream you are out there – some/wherefloating in the etheras lost as i buttowards meyou’d wander we’d find each other by the tips of ourstarkissed fingersand the universe would shatterthe Gods would weep i would touch your broken piecescut myself on the rough edges...

you

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." e.e. cummingstoo often we find ourselves treading a pathone that...

The Smoke

Spencer’s hooded brown eyes skirted uneasily along the lengths of the crowded living room as beads of sweat begun to...

come home, darling

i dream you are out there – some/wherefloating in the etheras lost as i buttowards meyou’d wander we’d find each other...

you

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to...

until there were None.

They were created for Greatness.The divinity of mankind sheltered in their goodnessEvery singular thought, each flowing emotion rooted from purity and good intention. Yet Darkness descends upon those that were promised the Lightand Pandora’s box opened to fulfil the...

if you could see

if you could see me bleedyou’d see the colour of broken dreamsseeping through open woundsthick and gushing, the darkness blooms what’s left inside meis but a shallow streamof muddled emotionscoming apart at the seam and if i try to fight itthe erosion of my spiriti...

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