#FoDiByLi Creative Writing
Should I wish myself thin;Should I beg to be rich?Should I cheat so I win;Should I act like a bitch? Should I throw in the towel;Should I rely on fate?Should I sleep like an owl;Should I go to bed late? Should I cry when I’m sad;Should I smile when I’m happy?Should I yell when I’m... Continue Reading →
Even when awake, I see he sleepwalks;he tries so hard to move from day to day,but his barriers never go away.He tries so hard to hide it when he talks; if people saw the truth they would be shockedthat behind the laughter, smiling and playis a man who from his own path has strayedand now... Continue Reading →
I feel today like Icarus. Though I found my wings with them I have flown too high, too fast and with no heed to that which lies beneath me. Now as the wax melts, and my feathers float from my arms one at a time. I see each one and acknowledge how far it has... Continue Reading →
Temptation is there If I asked, what would happen Ruined illusion
Screams within my head Still echo as though empty In a thought filled mind.
Am I moving forward, or not? This question is hard to answer I thought I knew, but I forgot Indecision feeds like cancer. Am I moving forward? Have I been left behind? Must I travel towards, A goal I’ll never find. Am I moving, Or standing still? Disapproving; An iron will. Am I Left here... Continue Reading →
Christmas was hard this year. It hasn’t been easy or wholly enjoyable for some time, but this year was the first Christmas without mum. Life, for the past few months, has felt a little like going through the motions. So it was no surprise that Christmas managed to sneak up on, and then past me... Continue Reading →
The most annoying thing About being a writer Is that unless you write, You cannot really consider Yourself to be a writer. I usually write Everything I do At least five or six times In my head Before I ever try To commit to paper. Invariably, This means that a lot Of information Lives in... Continue Reading →
I write For all the wrong reasons. I have So much within me That I want to write, But never feel able To transfer to paper. When I am at my best I throw myself Into all things Which require it, Leaving no time For something As trivial as writing. When I’m busy Writing feels... Continue Reading →