Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Futility

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The ambiguity of futility. It is an inconclusive vagueness that leaves me in doubt! The explicit uncertainty of humanity is not content. My futile faith knows no limits, like the breaking of dawn. Toiling under the sun I remain skeptic of your double tongue. Is it futile to strive for something, anything? This opposition that... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Blank canvas

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Manipulate, your current state. Incinerate, your unknown fate. Commiserate, your going rate. Instigate, a new rebate. Asphyxiate, and clean your slate. More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Good-bye

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Are words adequate? Are feelings enough? To grasp the unknown. An unattainable challenge. How can I make the words roll off my tongue? It would suffice to say nothing. I wish, oh how I wish. Later is not here. Not yet. Inside I feel, that I could die. I just cannot say goodbye. More..

Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Murder

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Wm. Cunningham "This path sure is narrow," I say to myself as I hurry down it. It is bright tonight with all the stars shinning oddly close, but no moon to be seen. "I'm sure I'll see it before I'm done." I stop to stare up into the night. My mind seems to wander on nights like this. "Oh the path, that's right. That's what I... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Silence

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Is it conceivable? That we are all evil. That even in our silence, we desire destruction. The destruction of humanity. Our silence is evil. To do nothing when in the face of conflict. I bite my tongue, till it bleeds. I was just doing my job, as I watched in silence. I let them all die. I stayed silent. Redemption was within ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Song of the soul

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I hold the key. It goes to nothing, nothing that I can see. No more thoughts of the unknown. No more striving under the sun. No more fascist regime. No more fearing fear. No more feeling numbness. No more empty me. I want no more. I want nothing. More..

Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Mystery

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Malachi Crowe could tell something was wrong as he walked along the trail in the dark forest. The moon was bright, making the path easy to see. His brown cloak fluttered in the breeze revealing the silver dagger that his knuckles turned white around. He knew someone, or something was following him. He just didn't know what t... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Revenge

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Revenge is an oddity of the heart The hourglass shifts the time. Why do I do what I do? I do not want to do, what I'm about to. I'm afraid that I can't stop. My heart is restless, searching for right. I know I must stop. More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: To feel again

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An outer shell encompasses me. I can see but not feel. I can touch but not know. I should function better. The sorrows of my past have conquered my future. I've severed to ties to what I was. Now I am nothing, I am numb. Clarity is a crack that seems to close. It should not be closed to me. I must pursue something unknown. Wh... More..

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