creative writing
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Lucidity
Have I told you that you’re the clearest thought that settles somewhere in the back of a shadowed mind, and gently, inch by inch, lights it up, until I’m smiling again though my eyes are bloodshot and I’m staring like someone catatonic, looking through the phases of my life? You may not notice the smile,… Continue reading
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Withered
After we made love the other night, I looked at you, lying naked, silhouetted against the moonlight that crept into our apartment like a voyeur. I let my fingers trace the outline of your body—the curves and the arched back, speaking a language of fiery oranges and whispered reds. I then looked at the surrounding… Continue reading
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Dungeon Master
So, to beat the Evil Fairy Queen, you’ll need 53 fortitude, 76 strength, 185 charisma, and 245000 luck. Then you’ll have to roll 21. Any number below it resets the entire game, and any number above it makes you go back to level 2. What? You think I’m being harsh? How are you going to… Continue reading
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Dear Sandra
I’m writing to you from my prison cell. They convicted me yesterday of not earning GlobeTech enough money, and the private militia barged into my office and arrested me. They have sentenced me to death. As you know, I cannot plead my case because of my agreement with the corporation when I started working for… Continue reading
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Racism (Hot take)
Only a white bigot or a very ignorant, impressionable person ensconced in privilege will say racism doesn’t exist. You encounter it everywhere — the blogosphere, predominately white countries and hell, even in Asia. You’ll find the puritanical preacher from the deep South, arriving in ‘poor impoverished India, where the cheats and scammers live, the crude… Continue reading
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When nothing is enough
Trigger warning: This poem, though fictional deals with severe depression, suicide, grief. I visited you in the hospital yesterday. You’d survived your second attempt, much more gruesome than the first. People from church who never asked you how you were gathered around you like a shoal of bream around a diver. Praying and holding your… Continue reading
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Break up poem
Walking into the apartment where I spent so much time with you, I can’t help but be inundated with memories, the times we spent doing nothing but talking for hours on end about the most inconsequential things, the times we spent watching ‘something that will make us laugh,’ because we were so tired of the… Continue reading
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Post-Valentine’s Day Sonnet (with audio recording)
I think I’m letting go of the unsettling past with every tick and tock of the old clock, with each sweet, precious moment spent with you. I’m holding fast to rhythms, patterns, and things I’d deemed out of reach; songs, sequences, and echoes promising much more than dying haunts — the yellowing grass and spoilt… Continue reading
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A very Freudian poem
My old man’s castrating me today. I know it. I can feel it in my balls. The anxiety like unsettling waves of darkness making me cower and hide. Peekaboo, he says with a lopsided grin, and I want to tell him I don’t see mother that way, despite what the mad theorist says. There’s no… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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