After much contemplation, I have decided to address a topic that garners a significant amount of negative response and argument, mostly due to a complete misunderstanding of the facts. Yes, I am going to explain the importance of outlining a work of fiction before you start writing. Don’t hate me yet, let me explain. Continue reading
Tears flow, shattering against my cheeks.
Lips spasm from the pain.
Heart ruptures from all the lies.
Nothing else remains.. Continue reading
The howling winds of a predestined tempest fiercely echo into her ears. She sits outside her window, hanging her toes off the edge of reason. Tears rain down her fragile face, reminiscing a life where everything made sense. She is desperate to hold onto the hopes of a rescue from what could have been, an unknown, future love. Yet, with a broken heart, she lives in turmoil, with no hopes of a release from the grim nothing. Continue reading
My heart rapidly pirouettes.
To the twist of my emotions.
Butterfly ballet, in the pit of my stomach,
Sways to the rhythm of oceans.
Desperate to trap my breath.
Memories trickle into my veins.
Undeniable trance in every whisper.
An ache along my thighs remain. Continue reading
You sit alone
Within the shadows of a stage.
Hear me, your muse, sing our song,
That I’ll sing ’til the end of our days.
Pluck the strings of your guitar.
Imagine the instrument’s my form.
Strum each cord to the pounding of my heart.
Invoke words of ecstasy…wanting more. Continue reading
The day began with birds singing.
Children played beneath an awning.
Laughter rippled through the spring air.
Then all ceased without warning.
Bolts of light in the distance.
Violent quakes shook the earth.
Rolling waves of dark clouds came crashing,
engulfing life in its broadened girth.
Terrifying screams go unheard,
muted by the tempestuous blasts.
Where laid a beautiful city
now lay mere remains of its pasts.
A small child, was too frightened to run.
Her quivering lips called for her mother.
No response, only silence.
Frozen in her place, nowhere to take cover.
Tears stained her delicate rosy cheeks,
as her nose began to bleed.
Clueless of what’s happening,
she witnessed the world fall to its knees.
Fires consume the ill-fated city
below the mountain where she’s born.
Screams were heard from burning victims.
Doubtless then, she had been forlorn.
Planes flew furiously overhead
dropping terror onto the people below.
In the vast distance, defense armies gathered
Finding it hard to swallow.
The poisons spread into their lungs.
Every living thing soon perished.
Subdued without prejudice or favoritism.
Inconceivable for life to flourish.
Ashes fell upon her golden lashes,
tainting the life she just began,
and forever demolishing her memories
with the day rapacity conquered man.
— A. Joleigh
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