Relic : Writing

Time Flies

Time Flies

A Poem by Relic


Transferred from an older account.
The glowing light.

The glowing light.

A Poem by Relic


The yellow sunlight ~ bright and warm,Crawled one morning on my bedroom floor.Was sluggish as a sleeper stretching his form,Creep~creep~creeping to th..
Titanic--Nearer My God.

Titanic--Nearer My God.

A Poem by Relic


Their ghostly forms respire nowIn swells that churn the sea.Relieved from woe, and peril's throe,Nearer my God to thee.And even though the forward bow..
Echoes of You

Echoes of You

A Poem by Relic


~Echoes of You~Your ghost hides in corners of our wrinkled sheetsreaching out transparent hands to grasp at my foolishness.I've never enjoyed swimming..
The Empty Red Seat

The Empty Red Seat

A Story by Relic


I remember rain tapping the diner window. The smooth white table we sat at held ketchup, salt, and a declaration of her mournful face cradled in the ..
If I don't buy you roses

If I don't buy you roses

A Poem by Relic


re-posted.
WRITERS CAFE HALL OF FAME

WRITERS CAFE HALL OF FAME

A Story by Relic


People come and go so the list is always changing in increments.
The wildflowers and you

The wildflowers and you

A Poem by Relic


Transferred from an old account.
A Poem for adoption

A Poem for adoption

A Poem by Relic


Are poems not like our children/babies?
While My Pencil Gently Weeps.

While My Pencil Gently Weeps.

A Poem by Relic


I'm a writer in a room with nothing to writewhile my muse slumbers softly in cryogenic flight.My vast acute insight has suddenly transformedinto slive..