Creative Writing, Life Stories, Poetry


Today is the day. I don't know what for, or why it's today or what it will be. Nor do I know where. But today is the day. I set the pack over my back. Headphones in my hears. Poetry, like yesterday and the day before. Poetry every day! There is nothing I want more.… Continue reading go

Life Stories, Poetry

i want to write a poem

Home alone, sitting in my living room. I want to write a poem, but I don't know how it should go. I can feel a poem above my head, that's where they always originate. They are like clouds that begin to collect rain. They hover like clouds, with bellies full of water. They come from… Continue reading i want to write a poem