Wading ankle-deep in the confluence of the error of my ways Trying to avoid the rising tides, I seek higher ground It is of no use Storm drains are choked with the onset of the sudden storm They simply can't keep up Water is now waist-deep and rain, driving and stinging, blinds me I press [...]
I'm the other guy. I have been experiencing a lot of different emotions when it comes to my writing lately. The Caycie Thompson side of things has been chugging along. It has had its challenges, but it has also brought me some real satisfaction. She has let me experience some of the excitement that comes [...]
I write under a pen name. That name is Caycie Thompson. Caycie Thompson writes erotica. I write under my own name. That name is Abigail Grimes. Abigail Grimes writes "mainstream" fiction, poetry and Letters to Nowhere; takes snapshots of graffiti and makes remarks about them. Sometimes, I find myself referring to Caycie as though she [...]
It was all Fake Everything It was a Front - It was a Ruse It's True All this time you spend building this thing - you have been Lying How hollowing to see it for the first time It's a Lie What happens now? Plan B was always Plan A Where is the Path? How [...]
I Laugh, Alone Do you remember when Dot dot dot I fill in the blanks Left to laugh alone The smile on my face is for both of us But only I understand its sadness Yours is a plastic smile A mask It cuts deep to see you try Even deeper [...]
Are you a phantom? Sent to remind of me of past sins A figment of my imaginings perhaps? Here to curse and swear Are you the ghost of what could have been? What may still be? Or, are you but a shadow? Long and reaching, when light is spilled in the darkness [...]
Reflections on a month that flew by too fast and a goal I felt slipping away
Yay! I mean, yay... right? My first week of Nanowrimo 2018 was not the dynamic incredible word count producing week I thought it would be, and honestly, I am kind of disappointed with myself. Yes, I know that I should not be down on myself, but at this point, I can't help it. I was [...]
My Dear Sweet Briar, Lately, I can seem to get you off my mind. I have been dreaming of you. Bittersweet dreams. Dreams that, at times, drape around my shoulders like a thick blanket. Warm and heavy, I find them comforting. It is in those times that I forget. I forget what it took to [...]
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