by Blake | May 4, 2020 | Contemplative, Creative Writing
First you need to know what inertia means. A property of matter (you and your car) by which it continues in its existing state of rest or uniform motion in a straight line, unless that state is changed by an external force. Additional speed and weight of an...
by Blake | May 4, 2020 | Creative Writing
He reaches out and caresses the brass doorknob. His fingers stiffen from its cold, contrasting with the warmth of the room. He hesitates as he stares at the tall, brown, wooden door. His hand twists, causing a metallic click. As the portal opens, soft...
by Blake | May 4, 2020 | Creative Writing, Poetry
Touch me. I am wind. White clouds caress open seas. Touch me. Be my friend. Quiet yields to whispering trees. Caress me. I am earth. The sweet smell of brown and green. Caress me. Give life birth. Rocky hills and hidden stream. Kiss me. I am sun. Golden beams cut...
by Blake | May 4, 2020 | Creative Writing, Poetry
The past is watercolored Prey of wind and showers The paint-brushed details are blurry Colors mesh together. Names, places, forever gone The spoken words are lost No lyrics left to the song Yet music still persists. now, over my bread and wine Sweet precious memories...
by Blake | May 4, 2020 | Creative Writing, Poetry
Cold touches me. Darkness engulfs me. The Universe surrounds me. Stars interlaced with clouds evidence the ongoing of space. I stand at the focal point of all that is. I know I am because I feel and perceive. I shake as the cool wind carries away my body’s heat....
by Blake | May 4, 2020 | Creative Writing
It was one of those Fall Saturday mornings that possess a blend of cool breeze and soft rays radiating through the branches of trees rooted on the eastern horizon. An old man, dressed in olive green nylon fishing pants and shirt, sat on the ground, deftly tying...
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