Mr. Lou : Writing

Growing Up

Growing Up

A Story by Mr. Lou


I remember the times when I was simple and playful. When I looked at the news I wondered what color was the anchorman's tie. When I saw my parents rea..
A Tired Feeling

A Tired Feeling

A Poem by Mr. Lou


A stinging pain in my headA physical symptom of exhaustionTired of the Earth's structuresand motionsThe marching 'individuals' lookto mepointing a cra..
Becoming Undone

Becoming Undone

A Poem by Mr. Lou


"I Love your eyes my dear,their splendid sparkling fire,when suddenly you raise them so,to cast a swift embracing glance,like lightning flashing in th..
Grave With No Name

Grave With No Name

A Poem by Mr. Lou


The grave sits at the edge of the world,among other nameless stones,waiting for the next exhausted soulto come sit in its soil bed it has made.Dreams ..
Last Moments

Last Moments

A Poem by Mr. Lou


The heavy remedy lays silent,still in my nervous hand,doubt does not sit on my mind,but Gods judgment stays thetrigger.My home is quiet.The soundtrack..
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One Against All

One Against All

A Poem by Mr. Lou


A journey on a fresh road is always exciting,leaving home to embrace the world hidden,looking with sharp eyes the jewels to be found,and hope to find ..
A Day in Class

A Day in Class

A Story by Mr. Lou


The bell rings and the inception of this hell begins. The clock is an a*****e who constantly stares at me saying, “ cant go faster.” The s..
My Love and End

My Love and End

A Poem by Mr. Lou


Violins play in the background.Do they play for love's birthor an impending doom?A soundtrack to a unmerciful death?She looks to what I cannot see,abs..
In Sound

In Sound

A Poem by Mr. Lou


There is a stench around me,the leaves respond to it with a yelp,and glowing emotions become scarce.The eclipse is eternal in its place, the sun burie..
My city in sight.

My city in sight.

A Story by Mr. Lou


How many prayers become lost in the city's screams? To wither in the gray smoke of the sewers,and never reach another ear, or be ignored. The night is..

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