What remains at the end of the day is all that defines us. Nothing. There is an empty space where we used to be. It cannot be said that I did not try. Though I am sure there are those who would claim I didn’t, Where is the lie? I did what I thought had [...]
Raging rivers flow through me Threatening to tear me apart I trust in but one thing to thwart that which would consume me Only you can quell the battle within With arms wrapped tight around me Waves crash upon the rocky shore I know I am safe And soon, like the passing of millennia [...]
The Kevin Show Episode 2 - The Writers Block - On SoundCloud
How long can a galaxy last once its star has burnt out? Once the star burns out there is nothing Nothing but the cold, empty void of space And everything in its sphere dies Do we know how long it takes? Before the message gets through Before you know for certain that no one is [...]
You are where I'm from You are the soil in which my roots find purchase I grow because of you And even when you do not care for me I grow in spite of you Beautiful. Strong. Resilient. And yet, you are a part of me My Earth. My Home. You are my sanctuary You [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
What does it take? Everything. All that you have. All of the time. Here I sit, trying to justify. Rationalize. Make peace And you - there. No heavy lifting. Eager to accept anything I say. I almost feel bad, If it weren't for the hole in me where those things used to go. So, I [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
