Cornelius_Quinnsomer

This is the beginning of something I have a novel size idea for. It's pretty choppy, this is the first draft. ________________________________________________ It’s her again. A little different then

'Rapture me,' you sang to me, 'Please succumb my soul from this wretched body.' I apologized, and refrained from doing so. 'Apathy,' you explained, 'Is greater an opiate than religion.' ...

I sat down awkwardly perfect and met eyes with the Women beside me. With my eyes still and stolidly fixed on hers, I blinked heavily with arrogance to let her ...

A colour poem I had to write for creative writing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your eyes, so insipid with such a masquerade of illumination, Reflecting a

I posted this in dramatic poetry a month ago... but I would like critique from the people here, mostly from Brad, but also everyone who has something to say. So ...

These are a couple songs ideas I have been dabbling with. Let me know what you think. Try to listen to each one twice, they might seem a little strange ...

You clay dolls Swimming around in my head. You clay dolls Spitting feathers, Into bottles That left You laughing. This is the folly: You've never let go of me. Our ...

A simpleton once tricked himself And thought that he could read. He read himself to death And 'ventually did become a seed. In that lifeless form the seed began to ...

In each man doth cupid sits poised, stringing his bow, singing, though inaudible his voice. For long ago was his body done in, now flies he in spirit, name's now ...

Ether I am. Either that, or Thither I go. Fundamentally attributing Everything I know Of you and them To what I see In the moment. [I am] A fool that ...

I smoke you and my tongue tingles from your piss. I drink your words from their source; I am the whirling delirious. Strung up and hollow you lay. My bow ...

"Hello, is this James Dobson?" "No." Hang up. Ring! Again the three sirens. He picked up the phone. "I'm quite sure it is, or at least he must be close ...

Preface: I once awoke from sleep and inquired to myself of the creation of Earth. Three spirits from within me answered: The Poet, The Priest, and The Scientist. Their voices ...