Relic : Writing

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..
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..
Love's perfect fool.

Love's perfect fool.

A Poem by Relic


Just experimenting. It means nothing.
You don't know anything, you hear!

You don't know anything, you hear!

A Poem by Relic


CAROLYN BRYANT LATER CONFESSED.
Welcome to Writers Cafe.

Welcome to Writers Cafe.

A Poem by Relic


A quick jot.
A finger pulls the trigger of a gun.

A finger pulls the trigger of a gun.

A Poem by Relic


A finger pulls the trigger of a gun.Without a cause, it wouldn't be much fun.So psychopaths attribute all the blameTo bullies, meds, or Allah for thei..