Category Archives: Creative Writing

Wind the wires around my jaded shattered heart.This moment is the one from which I will make a start.Build a prison to contain all my sorrow.It will be started at some point in the ‘morrow.Until then the pain still tends to bite.Each new pass I start to feel nearly right.Sick to say but it isContinue reading “Spawn”

Leech off ideas born from the few.What you claim never started with you. Break down and assimilate,Every word makes you hate;Can you really say it’s healthy?To me it seems like inequality.A fascination with being right.Every moment wanting a bright…Light to shine as if that’s proof,Of every word you say being truth. Scratch out the linesContinue reading “Incitement”

I want more than an empty void.Then come calls for a man called Lloyd.No idea what its all about.Then appear the suits with a smirk and some clout. Motions are what brought you along.One day they might be long gone.But at no point did I agree to this.Then comes in the final punching fist.A strikeContinue reading “Merriment And Tale”

I took the idol and ran for my life.Sick of being here without a guide.The light is so dark it might as well be night.Nothing makes sense when you’re deep in the fight.So take my hand and just speak to me.I’m not some demon like they claim me to be.Stitches and scars are most evident.ButContinue reading “Scramble And Roar”

Every word is so fake.Wish you’d give it a break.Jaw is always a flapping.Its like you’re endlessly rapping. Noise burrows into my brain.All of it is such a drain.And with nothing else to hear,I know I need to get out fast my dear. Cause you’ll be the death of me.That’s not how it’s supposed toContinue reading “(D)Rift”

Flow through the trenches.Feed on the stone.Temples of nature.Sphere that’s our home. Writhe in the dirt.Erode and redeposit.Carve at the surface.Make it cursive. Write the tales of history.Forge new masses of ingenuity.Empires rise and fall again.But we are permanent and unending. Trickle then roar.Cutting some more.Mark out the heavens.Always in sessions.

Violence is not a state of mind;It is an affliction that’s most unkind.Release the pain and set it free;If you don’t you’ll drown in negativity. These are words to commit to memory.Say this before you count to three.You have no reason to beat yourself.That will never save your health.And shortening days is a crime.Don’t fallContinue reading “Growing Pains”

I’m always in trouble, it’s just the depth that varies.At this point I’d be better roaming the prairies.You think I’m joking but it’s so true.Ever word out my mouth is an offence to more than a few.Feels like I should just never speak again.Take a vow of silence and ignore everything.Live in a shack upContinue reading “Censure”