A dark tale about a hero doomed to wander the earth after he fails to protect it... Or is it?
Of course not so surreal can be strange too, especially as power grows.
surreal exposure of fantasy through the death we experience or the life (unedited)
One soul makes the journey to a life no one is ready for... (this is all I have so far, should I finish it?)
In an assignment for a class called 'The Art of Writing' we had to make a portfolio of the work we had done. I was going through a rough spot, I think, and insecurity was at an all time high at the start of the class. The Muse pieces are a chronology of what I had to go through to reach a place where I could be considered a 'writer.' This was the 'Beginning.' Updated: July 21 2003. Finally getting around to editting all of this. Thank you for your comments and encouragement! As you can see, I do take note of them.
something i wrote on the plane back from turkey and have recently finished.
I wrote this after viewing an art gallery filled with projects that looked like a cross between H.P. Lovecraft and H.R. Giger... So, needless to say, it comes across sounding a bit demented.
This is probably my second favorite poem that I've written. Who is the silent one? You know.
this is, well...okay, I admit it, I don't know what it is. It's the product of too much coffee and stress...
I was trying to be surreal and a spider on my window sill (who was trying to eat a moth) inspired me... ...(the moth survived ^_^)
A somewhat disturbing story that I wrote one night. I have a thing for mermaids, I must admit, and have written more than one story about them.
Just a little poem that bounces around the main idea, which is about a girl whom is autistic and 'stares at the sun' and everyone feels sorry for her. She's simply in love with someone in the crowd of her 'audience' and that person knows it, but the society won't accept this person to be a part of the girl, so pride is holding this person back from saving her. Since this person refuses to step forward and save her, the world continues to just feel sorry for her as she lives her life thinking everything is perfect, when it really isn't. It has a sad overtone, in my opinion.
Yes, I spell grey and colour the British way, the latter only recently. ^.~ Wrote this while waiting for a ride, although I had had the idea for awhile. It's only slightly reminiscent of 'Untitled...' Tell me if the last stanza doesn't fit...
'Why do I stay awake to talk to you?' This is a real question I asked someone once at 3 a.m. after an amusing, nocturnal phone conversation.