Writing-Club

I saw the rain fall and wash away the night, Like many times before, it washed away the light, It’s left me to remain without a seconds trace, With nothing to brace my fall but the memory of your grace. My yearning of a love I lost so long ago, The turning of the time, if only I could change its flow, I’d reverse my shattered sorrow just to see you once again, Embrace your light, just one more time, my one and only friend. My dwelling felt me ponder, if possibilities arose, Is it possible to change the present, if the past lost its shadows? So without hesitation or a second chance to chime, I made a resolve to conquer the

In the hospital, I found a man with silver hair. I was walking between the beds, right next to a small window that looked out on a grey town. The flowers in my hand felt cool and dead, wilted even though their pale yellow petals shone in the dim light of the dark afternoon. I was visiting my brother, who’d broken his arm yesterday. He hated flowers, I knew, but mom had insisted. The smell of disinfectant and impersonal cleanness hung heavy in the air. I stumbled on a pair of shoes that didn’t belong there right in the middle of the three-bed room. And looked up from the floor, the flowers scattered around me on the fake tiles. In

Dwelling beneath the hourglass Where the sands of time Has commenced on Into a time, nostalgic. Vivid images turning around Like a flashback Rustling through my soul To a time I once knew, Gushing through Like a geyser, showcasing Me images of the past Slowly, little by little, As I looked through Every portrait, every canvas The sands of time has tried To bequeath upon me. Shades of endless memories I thought I’d forgotten, Dripping, swirling back With every single grain That has fallen Within the chambers Of a nostalgic hourglass, Where vivid images Roam around the air As I looked back, Into a new beginning

It’s just a passing feeling, A bit of nervousness, My head starts screaming, Quick heart explosiveness, Life loves to binge, On all stressful things, As I carry it along, It’s buckling my knees, I could bite my lip, Pressed until it bleeds, I could hurt myself, Smoke weed, or sleep, Spending every day, Watching the world pass, A comatose present, Still lost in the past, I could sit around bitching, Regretful in wishing, Or break myself for a device, To take me back and fix my life, Every day, every breath, All of the blood and sweat, Every party and every girl, I could change my entire world, If I could turn

There’s a ticking sound some where With an old man in his chair The air is rank with musk While everything turns silent With the coming of the dusk. A stack of papers stares him down A smoldering cigarette in his frown With frosted eyes And chocked back cries, The bank just throws him subtle lies. To clear his past Would solve this fast He’d be off in a better place If he just laid low And hid his face Or listened to old mans words… ““A group of kids behind the State Didn’t know how to change their fate A real big plan To show the man, That he couldn’t rule them where they stand. Some

If only I could have known, Though there is no turning back I could have changed the future I could have fixed the past I would have righted wrongs Freed you from your death I would have saved your life You would have saved mine too. Pointless as dreams seem There’s reality I can’t grasp There was a life before this Where you sat with me and laughed A time set in innocence Filled with happiness and love A time with only you and me Under the stars above. I wish I could relive it all Live that life long lost Continue where our story ends Keep going from where you stopped We could live our lives side by side I’

Maybe if I had known, what would happen. Maybe I would have done something. Stopped him, told him that a bomb was there. Hidden under the ground, right next to the rode. But he died because none of us knew. Of the bomb that his life, was taken away from. The church bells ring, 23 times old. Take the time that pasted, and press rewind. So that maybe I can stop, what had happened. So that maybe, he would still be alive.

Words fall like a torrential downpour from my lips, gibbering, gushing nonsense that fails to touch you in your stillness. All I spoke meant nothing, means nothing, and now never will again. I repent, I lament, I resent the coldness you show to me, the way you ignore every sound that comes from my tortured throat. I take it back, I’d take you back, if I could, if I could, I’d bring you back. If the hourglass could turn upon its head, if all the hurtful things I said could be shoved, silenced and sincere back into myself, I’d forgive myself for the lies I led you to believe. But apologies mean nothing in the face of