Category Archives: Writers

Same old song

I am troubled by your blasphemous disdain.  It is appalling how you constantly refer to writers as fickle.  Especially when you are unappreciative of what was written for and about you.  As writers, we do not envision something new.  We

Same old song

I am troubled by your blasphemous disdain.  It is appalling how you constantly refer to writers as fickle.  Especially when you are unappreciative of what was written for and about you.  As writers, we do not envision something new.  We

Whom do I have to call my own?

Bukowski had his hookers Fitzgerald had Zelda And Zelda had Fitzgerald Poe had his Annabel Lee Picasso had Fernande While Hemingway was with his Paris wife Foer and Krauss had each other And the other Dante had Lizzie Siddal But

Whom do I have to call my own?

Bukowski had his hookers Fitzgerald had Zelda And Zelda had Fitzgerald Poe had his Annabel Lee Picasso had Fernande While Hemingway was with his Paris wife Foer and Krauss had each other And the other Dante had Lizzie Siddal But

Lost in the echo

All I ever wanted was someone to write for Someone to write about Someone who appreciates what I do Someone who cherishes it Someone who has proof of my love for them in the pages that they hold in their

Lost in the echo

All I ever wanted was someone to write for Someone to write about Someone who appreciates what I do Someone who cherishes it Someone who has proof of my love for them in the pages that they hold in their

If you cannot be a poet, then be a poem

Her fingers melt between mine She turns my hands over Reading my palms, she writes my future She says that I could write amazing things I close my eyes Her fingers trace the burns on my arms As the burn

If you cannot be a poet, then be a poem

Her fingers melt between mine She turns my hands over Reading my palms, she writes my future She says that I could write amazing things I close my eyes Her fingers trace the burns on my arms As the burn

Nero’s muse

* DISCLAIMER: This was written by Nadia, the muse of my previous post “Nero”  – https://incaseoflosspleasereturnto.wordpress.com/2012/07/17/nero/ I’d like to share something with you about her – She likes simplicity. That big wooden table would definitely have drawn her into the

Nero’s muse

* DISCLAIMER: This was written by Nadia, the muse of my previous post “Nero”  – https://incaseoflosspleasereturnto.wordpress.com/2012/07/17/nero/ I’d like to share something with you about her – She likes simplicity. That big wooden table would definitely have drawn her into the

Nero

It’s your favorite cafe. Chairs, couches, and tables are set around one big room. A high ceiling is surrounded by windows on two sides, and by concrete on the other two sides. It’s rectangular, which gives an illusion that the

Nero

It’s your favorite cafe. Chairs, couches, and tables are set around one big room. A high ceiling is surrounded by windows on two sides, and by concrete on the other two sides. It’s rectangular, which gives an illusion that the

An estate of mind

It’s not being in the right state of mind. Your stomach is unsettled. Your arms ache, and you’re slightly light-headed. It’s past noon, but you still haven’t woken up quite yet. You feel a pulsating pain in your lower back,

An estate of mind

It’s not being in the right state of mind. Your stomach is unsettled. Your arms ache, and you’re slightly light-headed. It’s past noon, but you still haven’t woken up quite yet. You feel a pulsating pain in your lower back,