Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!

Thursday, May 22, 2008

cold and dark.

Cold and dark,
it rained by my side.
Cold and dark,
it stayed tonight.
The blind clarinet,
that he looks upon
and draws close to his lips,
holds me inside.
in the depths of its soul,
the blues sing a song
i could never write.
I look to the sky
wishing it would bleed
and drown me in a raindrop.
let me rise up to the surface
let me bathe in the sun, i scream.
Cold and dark,
the raindrops don't fall on me anymore.
Cold and dark,
the sun, too, stayed in my heart

Thursday, May 01, 2008