when an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written
it’s quite often an expression of trust
because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart
little pieces of the artists themselves
and if they’re willing to share it with you
you should appreciate it
The rain never really did stop. It did not chill or soak, but rather warmed. It kissed the town’s weary skin and gave it life. Or maybe they breathed it into each other. You could smell the cold, a perfume that you could never really find outside the rain region. They lived in the drizzle and in stained purple
I’m working on an online portfolio but this is a short story I wrote (and published on that blog) so you guys should go check it out. It’s actually pretty decent if I say so myself (murder is always fun)
Cigarettes - b.s.
aka a song for writer’s craft which I adapted from a series of somethings that I am working on
For my best friend -b.s.
I’m sorry. Today was not a good day. This has not been a good time. I refuse to throw away my progress but this all still hurts so much.
It’s all in my head -b.s.
That’s the funny thing about addiction; We know it’s bad for us but we crave it anyway and for some reason we just can’t seem to stop. -b.s.
I turned this into a sonnet for school (I prefer this version however) which can be found here.
Modern Sonnet #1: Poetry Unit in Writer’s Craft
The original free verse version which was far better can be found here.