Here is some of my past creative writing. I’ve dated the ones I could remember when and where I wrote them. Enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think. If you are curious how a certain piece was inspired or how to interpret it, let me know. I may end up dedicating a blog post to deciphering one of my writings if there is enough interest.
As the clouds travel through the sky,
I feel your kiss in the warm wind.
My eyes witness the colors of the land
And the rolling hills carved by your fingers.
Thunder begins to clash inside my heart,
But you raise your hand and instill peace.
I stand before you with weak knees
And behold that you are the Sovereign God.
- May 18 - Annalong, Northern Ireland
Away in a Dream
Deep into the night, I dream of another existence
Finding myself vulnerable to my mind’s desires.
It is futile to resist this false experience.
I wholly embrace this sensation.
There you stand with a strain in your smile.
Something within your heart longs to be released
Through glad words of piercing strength.
Keep me not in torturous suspense.
You claim to be my lover, my companion,
Yet I sense a deception in this moment.
Unsettled, my heart denies your words
And my lungs fill with air of disappointment.
Even in disbelief, my body weakens to your ploys:
Your touch melts away the bulwark around my soul
And those alluring eyes expose my deepest thoughts.
I surrender – I abandon reason and believe.
My eyes joyfully tear and cleanse my sorrow.
To be loved, to be valued once more by another
Overcomes the affliction of a terrible world.
But this life will not smile on me today.
Tears of joy become a blinding mire
As my eyes open and wake to reality.
My lover stays behind in my dreams
And she stays away from me forever.
- January 1 - Siloam Springs, Arkansas
Standing alone on the stage
These nameless faces stare at me.
The lights begin to descend
And I breathe in deeply.
This is my time to be me;
It’s my hour to shine.
I was dead before this moment,
But I will be given life.
I have no name to remember –
Only a silhouette in the dark.
My identity will be revealed;
Stage lights illuminate who you are.
The music is beautiful.
The commotion is loud.
The air is thick with heat.
The room moves swiftly round.
Smell of sweat fills my nostrils;
A cool breeze blows on my face.
Bodies collide in the violent ritual,
And the voices shout in alliance.
A last song ends the affair,
And the lights dim once again.
These strangers – my brothers –
Approach and ask for my name.
I lay my head to rest tonight;
There is nothing more to give.
Someone enjoyed the event:
This is why I live.
- November 19 - Joplin, Missouri
The Good Day
Good morning, my Young Love;
The Night has left us now;
The sun climbed high this day
And glorified your brow.
The stars of night hid away,
Yet glorious heavens danced
In your eyes in light of sun;
I prayed you’d stay for romance
A rainy Day, my Spouse,
Has come to tatter marriage;
Complexion garbled by cloud
In attempt to cause disparage.
Will trials tear us apart
Or break this promise pure?
Devotion by golden bands
Binds You and I to endure.
Goodnight, my Aged Wife,
For Night will fall for All;
A life is just a day
For Heaven’s promised to befall.
A simple plea, I ask
That You will look for me
When Day will end for You;
I’ll wait eternally.
Alas, the scale is weighed down by damned souls
The hellish worms will never hunger again
The fires of hell burn brighter each day
As the Secret is kept inside the churches
Relationships will be severed eternally
For a great void is stretched across
A vacant heaven and an overflowing hell
And the Secret remains unknown
Heaven is filled with tears of mourning
For loved ones are absent for ever
Hell brims over with shrill shrieking
And the Secret stays silent still
The Secret of an unconditional love
The Secret of an eternal salvation
The Secret of a Savior lies unspoken
Yielding a teeming hell and an empty heaven
I lay before the piercing eyes of my foes.
All I am is a fool in the wisdom of man.
Listen closely to these painful words:
Persecution is torturous agony.
You may ask why I endure such trials;
It’s not to achieve self-pleasure.
My heart dwells on the life beyond
My imminent death of mortal flesh.
I suffer for the sake of the One who suffered first.
I weep for the souls blanketed in darkness.
Amidst their evil smiles, they question their existence
As they see mine pass away.
I only pray and hope to see them again.
My body is set ablaze, and my endless pain endures.
But as long as I take joy in the reward to be given,
This will all be worth it.
The God is slain by mortal men.
The Body rots as centuries pass.
His followers gather around His corpse:
A grand spectacle of foolery.
Lives based upon a myth;
A lie in which many partake.
No celebration; no signs of life;
Only imitations of death – none awaken.
Words of such beauty spill,
But their doings are a cup drawn empty.
They worship gods of sin and lust
As they wait for the return of a buried God.
A Solemn Epitaph
Oh, Mourning, be my company;
Oh, Gloom, stay a little longer.
Dear Sadness, cleanse me quickly.
The end of life appears near.
I am stricken with sickness:
Leave me with this depression.
Throw me out of the city;
It is time for my extinction.
She stands near the doorway
Her eyes peer through the crack
A reflection imitates her in the mirror
The door hinges whine in horror
A dark figure looms over her shoulder
And the mirror watches her face pale
Her mind escapes reality hastily
Icy breath covers her weak body
Her eyelids shut tightly together
The creature’s arm upholds her stature
As if to swoon, she collapses
In the arms of Satan, she rests her soul
Slowly, they devilishly dance
Damning every moment speedily
The demon lifts her up effortlessly
Her ears hear the whispers of deception
It lays her down upon the floor
She now returns to her sanity
Her eyes flutter open as a butterfly
Yet a parasite lingers over her body
Her soul stares into evil incarnate
Her body lies helplessly paralyzed
Awaiting the kiss of death, steps are heard
The devil looks into the mirror before him
The face of immorality fills with fear
The angel of sin exits exuberantly
She rises to behold her Liberator
Her Husband stands in the doorway
I wish to carry your burdens,
But it is not to be.
I have set myself apart from others,
And I will live a life without you.
You will weep for me a little;
I will remember you forever.
Do not linger with me any more,
For a wonderful life awaits you.
I will have no son to teach
And no daughter to protect.
I will live closer to the Lord:
The Maker of the family.
I delight to please Him daily
And will give the utmost sacrifice.
Though, it is not required of me,
He may reach more through my act.
So do not forget me,
But love me a little less.
Your true husband seeks you,
But I will remember you best.