Kevin Colaprete : Writing

Untitled Short Story (Incomplete)

Untitled Short Story (Incomplete)

A Story by Kevin Colaprete


A man with no idea whom he is or where he is awakens in a small room and begins to search for clues to both questions. Identity and Location.
A World of Darkness

A World of Darkness

A Poem by Kevin Colaprete


This was inspired by the roleplaying game titled World of Darkness, so obviously I do not claim any copyright to the actual name. Just being cautious,..
Behind the Mask

Behind the Mask

A Poem by Kevin Colaprete


If I were to rip off my mask, my facade, the disguise that I don, Would I like what I see when I gaze in a mirror at my true nature? Would my will ..
Alone

Alone

A Poem by Kevin Colaprete


It glides across the sullen sky, alone, unknowing of its destination, simply flying and it weeps accordingly, for it has sown its reckoning and dam..
Of Which Insanity is Born

Of Which Insanity is Born

A Poem by Kevin Colaprete


I am insane living in this horrid place, Seeing only the worst in people, Running to finish a never-ending race, In which I cling to a decaying ste..
Death's Sweet Embrace

Death\'s Sweet Embrace

A Poem by Kevin Colaprete


I sit here waiting, silent and stoic, awaiting Death's sweet embrace. I yearn for, I live for, in the end, I die for. I await his grasp, covere..
Taken

Taken

A Poem by Kevin Colaprete


He came in the dark of night to steal away my valued sight. He came with silent eyes searing, to rob me of my precious hearing. He came from ..
I Am The Giver

I Am The Giver

A Poem by Kevin Colaprete


I reside in the azure-tinged sky, ascending so silently, way up high, I sit there daily, gloating with pride, glaring at brother, who likes to hid..
A Night at the Spook, Part 1

A Night at the Spook, Part 1

A Story by Kevin Colaprete


In a late November night, snow cascading pleasantly on New York City, a man walked alone through the slippery streets and dank alleys. His name was ..
Unwanted

Unwanted

A Poem by Kevin Colaprete


Have you ever felt the sting of loneliness, The sense of being bitter and sorrowful, And all you can truly feel is pain? Have you ever gone about..