WriterGirl

14 Sep 2022

The Conscious Dreamer

I know a quiet girl so shy, Head down, she rarely speaks. She fears the world around her— Anxiety's technique. ♡♡♡ Her salty tears shroud bright blue eyes, But no one sees her cry. The corner is her friend for now; She prays pain says, “Goodbye.” ♡♡♡ No h...

VinceTypos

20 Sep 2021

The Laundry Room

I am not sure how old the thick glass door is, but it might be from the early eighties. I swipe the access card, and the push bar lets me free inside the apartment. Waiting on the elevator now for the second floor, and I hear chattering behind me in Hindi...

SilverJaye

22 Apr 2016

Hackneyed

Writer's Block

He sits wide-eyed, staring at an unmarked page Tapping his pen on the table, adrift in thought Confined by his unoriginal ideas. Words fly through his mind like pigeons "It feels too familiar," he whispers reflectively He pauses noticing the silence of hi...

drfeelgood

20 Jun 2015

A Religious Satirist..

What a satirist thinks while writing about religion!

I have written few films recently, I’m now committing a suicide I’m messing with the ‘R’ word, Oh God, bless me! Six major religions I plan to focus on: Alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon and sigma. Beta guys hate the delta ones, Epsilon members loathe Al...

Yeah, I'm more then a poet cause I'm an artist and a writer. I'm a lover and a fighter and my son provider. I have a habit of my own of graspin' words with my fist. See, I'm a talented unknown and unheard of lyricist. Look, I'm as real as this art. So no...

Anulal

20 Feb 2013

The Boy with One Eye

If someone calls you insane or dissident or strange, it is just that they are half blind

Once, a boy was asked by his mother, what he wanted to become in his life. He said—a writer. The mother laughed. But seeing the boy’s expressions firm and eyes in flames, she said; “Well, you sure, that is what you want to do? Writers are all insane. They...

Michael

17 Dec 2011

A Gilded Cage

Can a bird still fly in a gilded cage?

‘We approach each other, I gaze in your face, I find your lips tender, as we kiss in a daze. Again and again we kiss, with each more yearning then before, Then, I awaken, I am alone, yet not so alone as before.’ “There is Cayo Lobos, just up ahead.” Brian...

Douglas_Daleray

29 Sep 2011

The Truth About Garnette

In that moment, I knew the original story changed. . .

I The silos were all so visible as I traveled the road taking me to the Ketler’s farm. Like giant missiles, they rose into the air like tin gods ruling the very ground that grew the grain they were meant to hold. Not only were they the only edifices on th...