Rivulets

An anthology of creative writing through the years
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Afterworld

Resurrection spells will hit the market soon
They’re not selling them yet, but they will
They’ve been spying on correspondence like crazy
When nothing else profits, might as well pivot
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Comedy

Cadence that flows like honey
Precision colored delivery
A visage that blooms on tongue
Like biting into a cherry

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Window

Vision returns with a foray of light, and
The window opens and your skeleton’s there
It waves hello, and I reach out to touch…

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Benediction

Wearisome
I open my eyes
Promiseless girl
Unfitted and abound
“A day”, I seethe

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Refraction

A prose poem

You ask a question and everybody replies, but the answer doesn’t fit, it doesn’t feel right. It’s as if they saw it through water, bent light. They think it’s at...

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Exorcism

In shrouds of evaporated rain
I sip tea behind glazed windows
In a baggy worn out t-shirt
Watching the sway of verdant

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Famine

Be so beautiful that I can’t leave
That my wrists are bound
So that I have no choice but to follow you around
Even though my pieces...

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Definition

A prose poem

My ankle is shackled, and I cannot for the life of me remember when it happened, only that it’s connected to yours.

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Dawn

The galaxies in your words
Terrify me to say the least
They demand to see mine
I can’t show, I want to hide

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Enchantress and The Beast

Beast was quite distraught, oh well
For one, he was a “beast” now
On top of all that he had to find true love
What even is “true”? Seriously, how?...

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Meiosis

Rather, the lack thereof

Somedays I feel gifted
Talent, beauty, brains
These, these are good days
Entitled to propagate
Bloodlines to bloodlines

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Pygmalion

Why shouldn’t I just, manufacture you
The thought arose one grim afternoon
A standard mold, dubiously groomed
Inspiring misandry, my vision was to fruit

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Hero

Who hurt you so?
That it was me you fell for
Of all people, You
You could’ve loved someone more

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Composition

Strings once, found me fond
I played them for a season
Suddenly they turned, Bled steel into my touch
Yelled, Halt! ’tis not to be completed

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Beauty of All Things Grey

Once I walked through a great grey forest
Beauty to which was no peer
Never have I seen such grandeur such shade
Haunted with promise and fear

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