Relic : Writing

Stealing the silver moon

Stealing the silver moon

A Poem by Relic


I kidnapped the moon last night,by his cratered neck,as you were entrancedin whimsical dreams...I tied him to the brightest star.He's dangling above t..
Past Poets of Writers Cafe

Past Poets of Writers Cafe

A Story by Relic


May all be well.
For a bird overheard

For a bird overheard

A Poem by Relic


Upon this path, where winter greetsa footpath walker's stride,a robin's voice affects me sofor what he has implied.He echoes language through the wood..
Decaying on the tip of a verb.

Decaying on the tip of a verb.

A Poem by Relic


On seeing an elder poet.
Poetically declined.

Poetically declined.

A Poem by Relic


Misunderstood metaphors plod down the pageresembling deficient similesbenign and befuddled.The poem waited like a jilted lover by the phone.Its intent..
CYBERBULLIES AND SOCIAL MEDIA

CYBERBULLIES AND SOCIAL MEDIA

A Story by Relic


Last night, a friend of mine tried to kill herself on youtube by overdosing on pills. Thankfully, she's okay. It turns out, despite having hundreds of..
A kiss in the field

A kiss in the field

A Poem by Relic


My dream was to kiss herin the grassy green fieldwhere the sun shines warmly on the hill.But from our warm embrace,she flew off like a birdto the arms..