It was a cold night. Thick pillows of snow lay in blankets around campus and the air had a stillness about it, right before it’s going to snow again. The sky was clear, but you could tell more snow was coming. It was only five o’clock, but it felt like midnight because of the still…
Category: Writing
Are you a still writer if you don’t write?
Hello friends. So this question has been plaguing me for a few weeks now and I still don’t know how to answer it. Are you still considered a writer if you don’t write? Can you still call yourself a writer if it’s been awhile since you’ve written anything worthwhile? Before everything else, the first word…
These Words
These words flutter helplessly against my lips, clamouring to be let out, to be allowed freedom to escape and soar into the wide, wild, world. To sweetly caress and to kiss. To make statements and to solve arguments. To discuss and to delve deeper into issues. But they remain trapped inside of me. They jangle…
Waiting
A place with no escape. A locked room with no doors and no windows. Your only companion a ticking clock on the wall. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. A constant reminder of the thing that won’t come. A nightmare that has no end. Monotonous repetition. Day in, day out, the same thing. A desire to flee the…
Without You
The hole grows bigger Grows into a cave One that sucks all the light They say it won’t last forever That the hole will grow smaller Will disappear once we’re together again But right now all I know is this emptiness This feeling of being incomplete Without you It starts off small With a fleeting…