Ohio Impromptu

Hey. This is my first contribution of work to this site. Be merciless. Apocalypse Of Indecision The sky was rising and falling, threatening in way, like the actions of your ...

All this time we danced around the truth, And still saw nothing of what it truly is. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be recognized yet, It might be better off ...

Thrown Overboard Shed your skin and show me the scars that line it, In such a way as leaves us both speechless. I left the words behind with my innocence, ...

Do you remember melancholy? I’m sure you do, it was all we had. It was a basket of bad news, Wrapped in all we couldn’t take. It became a bad ...

There Is Nothing Left To Lose The wind howled against my window that night and fell to the pane below it. The air behind it was calm like the stagnant ...

Heres my first attempt at actual songwriting. This is for my ska band, we're called Funny Red Chair Can Superman Outrun The Flash Has anyone ever wondered, That if Superman ...

Hey guys, this is the first piece that I've posted in quite a while (well, its not like i posted ...

The Inspiration Of A Single Word Weaving thread through itself, forcing perfection can never work. Difficulty is not a seperation ...

Howdy. About Last Night... The powerlines separate us from silence, Buzzing, though we werent sure in which direction. A backyard ...

To The Sound Of Tuesday The twilight forced itself on the surroundings, and paper was the resistance. Lighting a fire ...

I started writing this last night and my head was full of ideas and i was truly inspired for the ...

A Kneeling Wall Semi-permeable and promising, the view from inside is a bad habit. An August Notion produced by centrifuge, scattered about the necessary. Graffiti is a protest to itself. ...

Touche Mr. Velasquez Touche Mr. Velasquez, you beat me at my own game of hide & seek. Who would've thought I'd hide under your shoes? You seem to do it ...

Enjoy. Poetica Only one breath to take in the lights, we found what no one else ever wanted. Alive and well and nearly there, this reminds me of a saying ...

Airport Dreams Never Left The Ground Twenty seven hours without sleep and Miles was on top of the world. Well, not exactly, but Moscow is close enough to it. The ...

Enjoy. Reflection Isn't Enough Somewhere beyond healthy psychosis, and lost points of view, someone laughs like they got the best of me. Alone and drinking with split personalities, all of ...

Hey all. I posted this a while ago but I'm posting it again, for good reason. Theres this writing competition run by a local university that I'm entering soon in ...

Ah, the inspiration of bad news. Enjoy I'll Lower My Voice For The Winter Its always more dramatic if I lie on the floor, looking up at the separatist light. ...

For a friend who I may not ever see again. For Nicola. Leaving Works Two Ways. The grass waves goodbye without feeling, stuck on the thought that the wind will ...

Its finally finished, after about two months of being incredibly lazy. Enjoy. Going Outside The thought was running rampant across my mind. The thought of how lethargic it makes you ...

I'm not even sure I like this. I was just trying something new. Theres an incredibly abstract idea behind this too, which I probably can't explain in a way that ...

There Used To Be A Word For This. She was a statue, aesthetic and nothing more, waiting to be granted a pedestal. Inanimate when it came to finding her own, ...

Finished, after about two weeks of writing. Its not long, I'm just lazy. Enjoy. A Walk Through The City In A Minor By Luke Bowman Somewhere beyond shows in pubs ...

Ok, here's the deal: tell me what image this poem paints for you. I wrote this based on a picture I saw tonight and I'd like to know if what ...

Written after about 6 shots, but with veryyy carefyul ftyping.. Enjoy Life In A Tank A ticker-tape parade runs water through the streets, while the caged watch from within. Blank ...

THe Inspiration Intoxication. the pendulum waves goobye, and the clock above it is oblivious, to the fact that death hunts the mediocrity in me. Give away the greatness of loneliness, ...

Second Thoughts The metallic twilight is long since gone, leaving us with it's taste in our mouths, and infinite washes of moonlight to turn on and off. Expression is to ...

To be taken seriously... or arousing? Yes, I was bored. Enjoy. Dear life in this wonderful, oddly symmetrical, town we call home; a funny thing happened to me on the ...

Social Omnipotence Love and hate encased in one note, recycled, but the memory of the last one erased. They fall like hopes, crippled with granduer, parallel veins, staves for the ...

Free muffins to anyone that can guess the subject. She's His Birth Stone They met in passing, in a line where crucifixes choked the streets, and shot jolts at the ...

I really wish I visited this place more often. Eyrie Origami We're up too high, staggering past clouds with arms in casts. Hanging like portraits, falling like artistic dreams. And ...

If stop being lazy, this is gonna be my profect for the next couple of months. For the first time ever I'm attempting something longer than a short story! This ...

Am I losing my touch? Hope Conforms Eternal. Its what we've always wanted, omnipotence without working memory. Held up in opulent mausoleums and billboard slogans, burned down in sound-proof cathedral

Just another pilot. I call it a pilot because every time I write something it normally doesn't last past the first session. Hopefully this one will. I have a direction ...

Apparently so. It beats doing real work at school. There's no real point to any of them. Enjoy. Insomnia is, cropcircles burned into wax, and doubt with matches. The curtains ...

Well it's been a few months since I've written anything that could be considered poetry, so I thought I'd give it another go. I've probably lost my touch. Enjoy. Snake-Lady ...

Some of you may remember me posting the first part of this a while ago, but only recently have I been inspired enough to make a plan to turn it ...

Chapter 1 can be viewed here: I've nothing to say, really. Enjoy. Chapter 2 Alistair Wintergreen was born in a small village near Paris, untouched by Germany’s war, in 1941, ...

This is my first attempt at poetry in quite a while, so this could be interesting. Be merciless. That day I took a walk in the rain, across a piece ...

This is the result of an english task for school, but I figured since it is creative writing I'd see what some people here think. The main thing I'm hoping ...

Yet another beginning for yet another novel. I swear I'll get past chapter 5 on one of them one day. Note: In my master copy everything written by Miles is ...

There is no such word as eachother Is this self-preservation? This dog-love-dog-hate-dog world? Something tells me that somewhere in my schedule, between totalitarian psychology and interior design, y

This chapter is vital to the development of the story, but I'm not sure I pulled it off properly. I think its a bit too short, so it will most ...

This could've maybe gone in Sci-Fi, but the only thing that puts it there is being set in the future. Enjoy. Chapter One. “Growing reports of vandalism in the Southern ...

I'm proud of myself. With this chapter I broke 10,000 words. All comments/suggestions/feedback are greatly appreciated. Enjoy. Chapter 5 Seventy-eight times had Helena’s view of the wall across from

I often have little inspiring quotes at the beginnings of my novel drafts, just to keep me going and remind me what its all about. Anyway, here is the first ...

Self-Immolation Everyone was standing with their hands in the air; I stood at the back, slouching, with my hands in my pockets. I’ve been here for two weeks now, and ...

who she is, I have no idea, but she brings me cigarettes and a reason to smoke. the reason, of course, is to combat the slow decay of reminiscence, so ...

Enjoy. Lewis and I were always having psycho-analysis competitions with each other. He’d claim that I suffered from monomania, so I’d have to go one up on him and say ...

I'm pressed for time, so I'll be brief. I want to know if the style of writing here works. I went for a great deal of description, and though I ...

Prologue Fuck. Isn’t it just the greatest word? I think so. Not in a Fred Durst, I’m-so-bad, 46-fucks-in-this-fucked-up-rhyme sort of way, but I like it nonetheless. People seem to like ...

One I put my cigarette on the ground, stamp out the glowing tobacco with a victorious movement of my foot, and return to the past. My life is two things ...

Please keep in mind that this is a very rough draft, without any blocking or thought as to how it will be performed yet. It is to be delivered to ...

So a while ago my drama teacher told me to do stand-up, because he thought I'd be good at it. I've been thinking about it for a while, and some ...

So this is me writing again. I almost feel awkward after so long. But hopefully I haven't completely regressed to illiteracy. All comments are welcome. After so long, I'll even ...

Apologies if I've gotten facts wrong, but I'm tired and just needed to write something. Enjoy. On Orcs In this age where the orc has risen from obscurity through many ...

Note: The magazine gave me a flexible word limit, but said don't make them too long. So I tried not to. Also note: Having an intense dislike of deadlines, these ...

Evening squires. Despite a massive reading list and several assignments due in the next few weeks, I managed to take a night off and finally do some writing. This is ...

Enjoy. ------------------------- For at least two hours now, my mother has been arguing with Charles Dickens. Dickens, having just completed Great Expectations, and my mother, with a glass of wine ...