Tag: Creative Writing

Flannel Likes Your Grandma

  Comforters are insecure Blankets hide in between secrets Muffling the truth of the matter Pillows make lewd suggestions To any side of the head That happens to take an interest Sheets are cold at first Until they warm up to you King, Queen,… Continue Reading “Flannel Likes Your Grandma”

Sacred Clothing

  Suspenders are oblivious To their importance They hold shit up Panties can only be pink once Bras are too self-involved Gloves never lay a hand on anything Belts are for the buttless Tightening up when uncomfortable Loosening up after a few drinks Jock… Continue Reading “Sacred Clothing”

Apprehensive Sunlight

  The floor chases the sun Disturbing the warmth, Dust wanders Within bent beams, embedded In light captured heat Moves as an animal, crawling Never quite caught, always catching   Late leaves, blended with sidewalks Attempt a crossing, through portal Entering dry, slightly sifted… Continue Reading “Apprehensive Sunlight”

I See Behind The Glance

  I see behind the glance The smell of hair My nose dug deep Kisses graze off   Missed deserts drink Daylight, a fear Nighttime, a place of fibs Soft hidden in the harsh   I have no sight Beyond what I feel Fingertips… Continue Reading “I See Behind The Glance”

Touching

  When you don’t touch for the first time, you never have to touch for the last time. But, all the touching in between those two creates a world of its own. Next time, go ahead and touch throughout. No matter how long it… Continue Reading “Touching”

Beyond Words

She vibrates on trails high above Tunnel Falls, where lakes colder than winter wait. No one sees her, only a wake follows. Her apparition is enough to remind her of words left behind—words which cut into her skin—permanent wounds. Not the simple healing of… Continue Reading “Beyond Words”

I Want To Tell Those Eyes

  The window rattles every time a door is closed. They are being closed all the time. I place my hand on the window to stop it from rattling. Unfortunately, this brings me to the point of being able to look outside My hand… Continue Reading “I Want To Tell Those Eyes”

Beauty

  Beauty is not looks, but the ability to look.

Before The Snow Falls Again

  The snow makes a sound When it is the most silent Spoken layers, hot tongue Venom love, words drop   The ache twists, gnarled Shoestring fingers grasp A cold hold, on a softness First appearing as steppes   So many footprints, now Lead… Continue Reading “Before The Snow Falls Again”

The Supposing Ghost

  I was a quiet ghost and tried to leave the Living alone, sucking in sweet immortality, breathing the fine particles of the afterlife, inhaling string theory, and feeling the curvature of Earth with the bottoms of my nonexistent feet. Death was easy. There… Continue Reading “The Supposing Ghost”

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