Relic : Writing

A bird overheard

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 woo..
Poetically aborted

Poetically aborted

A Poem by Relic


Misunderstood metaphorsplod the pagewith deficient similesbenign and befuddled.The poem waitedlike a lover by the phone.But its intentions are vague -..
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..
A Calico Queen

A Calico Queen

A Poem by Relic


Her silky mixed form stalks the garden at nightwith tiny emerald eyes that glow.Confident but Cautious, she'll sleuth and slink -she'll hide and she'l..
"I'd love to change the world..."

"I'd love to change the world..."

A Poem by Relic


“No one cares. They’re just pretending”
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 b..
I hate death

I hate death

A Poem by Relic


Just feelings.
Spirit (ghost)

Spirit (ghost)

A Story by Relic


Do you believe?