Creative Writing

After creation came the poet And the poet said “Let there be darkness” And the Sun fell from the sky leaving the night And the poet said “Let there be pain” And he curled up in agony as all his ...

Is the fight worth it? It aint worth it now. But will it be worth it? I can’t see how. What’s wrong with you? I feel sick with guilt. But what is this from? It’s from the wall’s that I’ve ...

I wanna be hated I wanna be hurt I wanna be fated To live this life of dirt I wanna be punched I wanna be kicked I want my soul To be torn up and ripped I want to cry ...

You are the hate that I envy You are the rage that besets me You are the pain in my head Are you dying? I am dead! You are the guilt I am feeling I am the drug you are ...

I’ve had a life time Of people close to me They’re quick to tell me That I’m worthless I’ll never get anywhere ’cause I’m lazy I’m just dreamin’ I’m so crazy Is it any wonder I’ve turned out the way ...

The people eat their T.V. sets as the chicken flies west through the rabbit cage. Eaten but not stirred please. The cattle stalk their victims prey as the innocents wonder about their day. ‘What’, is the word that remains drunk ...

Death wraps its cold arms around me once more. The toxins of life cleanse from my blood. Visions of my past flash before my eyes, from this life or a previous one, I do not know. The midnight moth arrives ...

I stare into the mirror, as it casually and unaware reflects the true nature from within my soul. A dim light of hope that redemption may still be possible. A flash of images projects onto my mind. Red, blood, hatred, ...

The pendulum ticks with every sway. With every sway another second Forever gone… Until the next one. Another breath of air escaping unnoticed, leaving me one breath closer to death. If the breath was my last, would it still go ...

I’m weird, I’m strange, I’m a little deranged, I’m just crazy.   You say I’m insane, I have not a brain, I’m just crazy.   If there’s someone to blame, it’s societies cane, for being crazy.   The torch of ...

Afflicted with obsession the generation of today with this thing called `television’ It aint gonna go away. Hypnotic drone of content Addictive beyond whats seen Insidious commercial salesman Behind everything you see Scenes of death and destruction people without food ...

Why has this happiness intruded my space?I didn’t ask for its warmth, its pleasure, its grace.My true satisfaction comes from only one thing.A deep depression so dark, so grim.The light that surrounds me must be filtered with red.The air that ...

I believe the unbelievable. I practise the unsociable. I receive the unattainable. I worship the undesirable. I feel the untouchable. I destroy the indestructible. I am not the understandable.

Drip! Drip! The sound of rain flushing another tormented soul into the freedom of death. A whip makes its tortured crack, as lacerations, so plentiful, scar my back. A small stream of blood trickles down my spine and land softly ...

The raging winds, so wild and furious, blast the savage landscape. Stars flickering in the midnight sky. What is midnight anyway? When does night start and finish and who determines its middle? A dog roams aimlessly around the lake. It ...

What is this pain inside my head? Maybe I’m dying. Maybe I’m dead. What if I live in this limbo state? Where will I go? What is my fate? My mind is collapsing. Am I insane?

We’re nearly there. Where! There! But where is there? There is nowhere, nowhere called there. But there it is, that place called there. But now we’re hear, it’s no longer there.

The pen, it thrives inspiration. Channelling thoughts; emotions of my being. For if I don’t feel it the pen can not write it. The pen writes so only I understand. I am the master; it the slave… A slave to ...

The clouds are clearing from the sky.Revealing the moon as she bids a goodbye.It is the beginning of a brand new daysent from the Gods and thrown our way.The birds are singing and fluttering aroundwhile larger animals stir on the ...

The blackness that has swept across this great land is by no chance. It is I who has challenged its greatness and have conquered. The hatred and suffering that I have spread is just the beginning of what I have ...

This pain inside of me is winding up real tight. Why wont people let me be? Why must I always fight? Am I the only person who thinks the way I do? There must be someone else, if only that ...