Witty Creativity
Witty Creativity P K Routray Einstein once explained with humility, To a common man his famous theory of relativity. “If you gossip with a beauty as your companion,
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Get Me a Drink
We float cold between sea and sky Talking politics with men who had their destinies sold He looks at me and I start to cry I’m no Peter Pan, But I sure as hell ain’t getting old.
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Little Raven
Little raven Touch your feet On something solid My nightly treat Little beat, Follow home When everything Is said and done Little one I’ve become Black and broken Another stolen.
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Fade to Fashion
As night shades From blackest blue To bluest black The feeling fades To something true They won’t come back As I trade My sordid fear The numb detracts And I wait For it to happen
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Pockets
Forensic bags of fabric form Collecting the debris of life- Storing brittle fragments of days and adventures Snippets of paper in foreign tongues Wrappers which retain their taste
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The Sharp Edge Of Steel : Part One
This one is rather dark. It's based on a nightmare I had that was so prominent I had to write it down. The story just grew from there. This is the first chapter.
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Alderbrook
Face twisted in tight knots, acid fizzing like Pop Rocks in his throat. He spat, blood and green hammered the cold grey slabs. Black flints sparkled, hands like windmills, a chaos of limbs.
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Behind Closed Doors
9:00 PM Mom: See ya honey! Bernard: Bye Mom! Mom: We'll be back in about 4 hours, okay? Bernard: Yes Mom, bye!! Dad: Where's my keys, I know I laid them around here somewhere...
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The Cottage Field
A puddle mistaken for a pond, orange feet splashing, black beads watching. Amber set amongst branches, dark fingers slack. The new fields trembled in the ashen haze,
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Oak Leaves
Crinkled skin made dents in my palm as I clambered higher. The golden beech jeered I lost my grip, a twig snapped beneath my red welly, wood burnt my leathery hands.
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