The Write Path

Hello friends! I've created a creative writing group that I would love you to join!

I was reminded last week just how fun group writing prompts can be. So I've decided to start this group where writers and artists alike, can share anything from writing prompts to your latest work.

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*The Write Path*

Two.

First draft I wrote on something that I feel actually doesn't suck. :)

I was originally inspired by Hart Crane's quote “People can know everything about us when we’re dead. But for now it’s better to keep quiet.” It ended up taking a different direction. 

 

Hush, he whispered in the evening air.

This world is too denominational, poised, to forgive our rebuffed sins.

We’ve been divided since the dawning of time. Congested, uninventive, bent, in an axel of faded devotion.

The continuous split is inevitable on this planet.

Black or white.

Pure or evil.

Hot or cold.

Up or down.

The rebels or the followers….the realists or the dreamers....

There’s always two sides, to divide.

Two.

Two cultivated storms.

Two narrow points of view.

Two volatile shadows, both in the dark, claiming to be glimmering in the light.

The light of the true answer. The light of the proper way. The glowing orb of correct consciousness.

For it is just not that simple. 

Nostalgia Is The Devil

Go,
You move we go,
Now don't go. 

That sinking, suffering feeling. 

Flooded with memories I cannot change, recreate, or relive.

Why does it hurt?

Because they're gone?

Or because he's gone?

Or because I wish to change the past. 

The would have, could have, should haves consume my soul.

There's a million things I wish I would have done and said.

But instead I lie awake in my bed.

Listening to that same  damn song.

The song that screams we were both wrong.

The song that should have died when we died.

The song that reminds me of his lies.

The song that just hurts. And tires my heart strings. 

I can't go back there, even just for tonight.

I lay that, this, you, and all of us, to rest.

Detached and forgotten, it's the best. 

The Wild Turkey and The Grey Goose

Wrote this silly little piece back in college, haha. Enjoy!


The Wild Turkey and The Grey Goose

Reinventing escape

Two bodies of shape

Content with this mindless life

This broken fun

Will soon be undone

They’ll part their separate ways, in days of dismay

No slow goodbye

No drunken lullaby

The truth they will find in portions

Soaked in their stained distortions

For they will be reunited

In the bellies of the men

Ingested, and digested together

Again and again

An Old Nameless Poem

My last two years of college and my time spent in Denton, Texas was nothing short of uplifting, fun, and a bit crazy. When the city and I parted our separated ways, I was a different person. Those past 2 years were a time of transformation. My last day in my apartment before I moved to Grapevine, I wrote this poem, reflecting on my time spent there, and more specifically, all the changes that occurred within the past year.

I pull back the lingering black curtain
And shed a tear

Not for me

Not for you

But for this fear

This fear of the unknown

Of what’s to come

A pulsating affliction of what is not shown

Or what I’ve done

These walls that surround us

Now covered in grey

Seclude

Resist

The brand new day

I

I see the light now

Even through the dark

I

I feel the love now

The love in my heart

I release myself from you

From this hold

I now can see

See through these bars of cold

Locked inside myself

I know better now

To face my demons

I will allow

I must break free

For this is the end

I surrender
I bend

I amend

As I enter the infinite abyss

I leave you here

Behind

With a still hug and an empty kiss

I demand now

To you I dismiss

Poetry

Sooo I can't remember the last time I wrote a poem. I used to do so weekly in high school and college, but the other day I found some interesting inspiration. It needs editing, but here is what I have so far. Would love to know what everyone thinks. :)

The beaming golden sun,

Nourishes, bronzes, and warms my skin.

Its’ radiance beats down,

Kisses every cell in my body.

I feel his presence, all around me.

I do not see him.

I only feel.

I bury myself in the sand.

Each grain of sand represents his love.

I feel more whole and treasured than ever before.

His energy consumes me,

Awakens me.

I lay motionless, for the seashore is quiet, tranquil, but not still.

There’s a vigorous doting force.

Visually, it’s all a blur. A joyous sober blur of bliss.

But mentally,

Physically,

Emotionally,

And spiritually, it is the deepest memory I hold in my heart.

His love shines so brightly.

Everywhere I go,

Everything I touch,

He radiates from.

I do not need to see him or feel him.

I close my eyes and know he is there.

He completes me.