Love somebody: Adam Levine part 1 love story

Author's POV "Adam! where are you going?" James Valentine, Maroon 5 lead rhythm guitars is calling their lead vocal singer who is already out the door. "I need air, I'm going for a walk" he said and pick up his phone, shades and car keys. The...

Creative Writing Thoughts

I'm posting this in the Creative Writing forum blog from the old Thoughts. Open this post (you know, click on it) and you should see the Creative Writing header. Click that and then the green Follow button and you'll be following the Creative Writing...

The next thing that happens

“Are you done already?” Her gloaming dream shifts to this dream. His voice rumbles beside her, she reaches for him; he leans in to be found. This dream feels real; his skin on her body, the heat of his breath on her throat, the fitful breaths caught...

tender mercy

I don't know that the universe listens to these whispered prayers. I don't.   But for every stumble, for every doubt, for every time I cried out in desperation, in hope,   there has been a a chance meeting, a kind...

ku ku ka chu

thoughts stolen from here used to hurt, to harm, to do no good and not what I'd intended.   he knows what's been done doesn't know what it will mean, though clueless as ever   karma comes knocking always does, yet we act...

Ghost on the Dance Floor

  This piece was inspired by a song, Ghost on the Dance Floor, by Blink 182.  For years and years I’ve dreamed up music videos in my head from moments, memories, or just creative visions, and now I think it’s time I do something besides think of...

Not sexy scribbles, but what comes next

She swears to herself, pulls on the door, notices, finally, the bend in the bar that was supposed to retract into the strut. She pulls on the door, hoping to shut it, then realizes that it might not open again if she does get it closed. She swears...

Not sexy scribbles--building up to something

  The wind picks up slightly, and she notices a small dust devil where the driveway meets the road, under the lone streetlight. It moves up the driveway, toward the house, toward her. Aunt Pam had said the Lakota believe them to be spirits of...

Not Sexy Scribbles or anything like that

  It's not as menacing as it sounds, this wind, this banging of the hanging planters against the house. It's just the wind. Again. But the feelings of menace linger nonetheless. The wind has been insistent lately. So much so that the trees have...

the everything of nothing

  There is no pain, just awakening to nothing. She feels nothing, because there is nothing. She is bodiless; she can’t see, can’t hear, can’t touch. She concentrates. She can’t taste or smell, but only knows it by thinking of it. And in thinking...

Salute

    Salute to the unknown...     Future Imminently approaching the terror of perils and horrors unseen  thrilling actualization of unlikely dreams quiet transitions of hope into truth wrenching losses encountered ...

Smackdown of the Soul

  I wish sometimes we could fight our demons hand to hand, wrestle them, beat them, watch them slink away.   Otherwise, it’s too easy to dismiss them, banish them to baskets and bags and carry them with us, as if we...

My Cousin 'Frog'

                                 My Cousin "Frog"              I once had a cousin named Samuel Ribbling. We all called him “Frog”, because of an episode that happened when we were all 12. First off and...

Music + These Keys = Me

  Amazing how a song can capture a memory like a camera, or keep it locked up like a bank vault. I’ve forgotten the combination, and I lost the microfilm to my past.  All it took was a dive into my music library and before I knew it the buried...

I think about you

  I think about you… a lot more than I feel you I think about us… a lot more than we get to be If only I could fully explain what I see… when I think Visions of us doing things we can’t do, or haven’t From traveling the world, to being...

Galatea

  Her fair frozen form Venus' whimsy now softens and warms, she laughs at the quandary of Pygmalion's alarm; his disgust for  woman birthed new vision of art   the sculptor fell in love with his dreams - first time stone softened...

Daily...

Monday - Friday, waking up to go some where. Whether it's school or work. For some it's 5 hours, for other it's 8 or more. When you go this place you of course don't want to have to hear things that will make your day go wrong. First thing in the...

Wanderings

I don't understand why so much of my life is lived inside my mind, why i allow myself to submerge into the nothingness of daydreams subsisting on insubstantial visions, yielding only wasted hours or maybe not, depending on reference and...

My Anxiety

    In the spirit of Haiku, 5-7-5, but with lines that Rhyme   It’s 7am and I’d love to crawl back in bed But I can’t, I have too many things creating havoc in my head Some things good, some things bad, and some things that remain to...

Just A Dream...

  Here I was in the same dark and empty room as the night before. The distant sound of a dripping pipe in the corner. Loud echoing footsteps moved across the granite floor. A crack, a snap, another drip from the pipe. “Where is it?” I wonder,...

speaking of mothers

she is afraid, always afraid I will be leaving and in her fear of being left she will not be close;  she can't be close for fear that she will love me but I won't be there and she will be fifteen again coming home from school...

Love No More

No more was I to have nothing.   No more was I going to let them get away with it.   She was my best friend and she knew that he was seeing her.   He knew that she was trouble and yet she still saw her, behind my back.   When I...

Music Box

Wound up, completely... and with a long, forceful exhale, he leaned back in his favorite chair. It seemed as though he had just closed his eyes when he heard that familiar music begin to play. As the notes seeped, one by one, into his...

Cubicle Chronicles, I

My weekday usually starts with me thinking of a plausible excuse I can give my supervisor for why I won’t be able to come in on that particular day.  I consider calling in sick, but that means I’ll have to be out for at least two days, because let’s...

creating people and their names

I am not sure if this is kosher or not but here goes. I am trying my hand at erotica but I am having trouble finding names for my characters. how do you come up with names for your people when you write?