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Category: Creative Writing
Untitled Poem/Prose
…And when
Day’s glow
Has faded,
I will
Close
My eyes,
To dream
Once more.
Untitled (Poetry)
I close my eyes
And
What do I see?
Only the
Darkness
Surrounding me.
Lost (Poetry)
I don’t remember
When I lost myself
This time,
I looked away
For a moment
And I was gone.
If you see me
Please call
My name,
Take my hand
And lead
Me back home,
I don’t want
To be here
All alone.
Dreaming (Poetry)
Empty streets,
Echoing silence,
Hard moonlight,
Shinning cold.
The world
Sleeps unknowing,
As another
Dream dies.
Spirit in a Material World
A spirit watches life passing, an ever flowing streams of light and sound. Colors swirl and dance, touching for a moment before moving on. Hopes and dreams sparkle, fireflies at dusk, here then gone and back again.
She reaches out, a bitter sweet smile upon her lips, watching life slip through her fingers.
Calling (Poetry)
Whispered
Words
Call
To me.
Touch
My skin.
And draws
Me in.
Down
Corridors,
Of
Shadows
And
Regret.
A Turn of Phrase (Poetry)
There are times,
When the
Sweetest song,
Upon the ear,
Turns sour
Upon
The tongue.
Me to Myself (Poetry)
Me to Myself
By Kira A. Moore
I hate you.
With
Word defying
Passion.
Swallowed acid,
Destroying
Me
From the inside
Out.
Viceral.
Voracious.
A Story (Story Snippet)
The room was silent, the air still. Sweat dampened her clothes and hair leaving them clinging to glistening skin. Standing by the lone window, arms held tightly across her stomach, tension rolled off her in waves which were almost visible.
Not for the first time I wondered how a figment of my imagination, a wisp of a dream, could seem so real I could almost reach out and touch her.
There were times when I thought I knew her better than I did myself, others I was left thinking she was a stranger, separate. Thinking of her blazing blue eyes, they often seemed endless wells, which if I fell into them, I would lose myself forever.
I tossed myself onto the bed, pointedly keeping my eyes on the yellowing paint on the ceiling.
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