Tag Archives: prose

Imagination

I used to feel like I had a vivid imagination but now I feel like reality has beaten it out of me and I’m slowly becoming an inane drone. 

Posted in on my travels | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Untitled

I try not to regret things. Bad or good, what happened has happened. Good things end, bad things end. I must be grateful because these things mold me into who I am. I am growing. I am a living, breathing … Continue reading

Posted in creative writing, depression, poetry, prose, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Day One

On the way home this evening, I felt numb. The route home was slightly different but most of it was the same. There was the drive west on 36th Street instead of 41st Street but the rest was dark and … Continue reading

Posted in creative writing, depression, prose, writing | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

The Impressive Wall

He built a huge wall around his house. It’s an impressive wall, a wall that people admire. But a crime has been committed. There is a good possibility that learning about what motivated the crime is beyond his impressive wall … Continue reading

Posted in creative writing, prose, Uncategorized | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Sunday

             Sunday. I’ve never been keen on being home on Sundays. I always feel like I should be as lazy as I can be on Sundays but there is clearly always something to do.             … Continue reading

Posted in Explore, reality, today | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Once Upon A Time

I’ve always wanted to write a story that began with “Once upon a time.” There has never been a story that started with “Once upon a time” that hasn’t grabbed me. What will happen, I always ask myself? And with that I am … Continue reading

Posted in poetry, prose, thoughts, writing | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

On Love

I always have this feeling of desperation. I want to tell you everything. I wish I could tell you everything all at once and have it make sense but that’s impossible. I tell you so very little and I’m afraid … Continue reading

Posted in prose | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment