G Lucas Kolthof : Writing

Just Wait .. The Morning After

Just Wait .. The Morning After

A Poem by G Lucas Kolthof


Just Wait ... Just wait before you kiss me. Take a second. Look at me. You are so new, yet familiar. Right now, you don't know..
You Know Where, and I Hate It

You Know Where, and I Hate It

A Poem by G Lucas Kolthof


He tells me he doesn't want to hurt me. Silence. I scoff. He cannot hear the dead pang of crescendoing static getting lost in ..
Question Mark

Question Mark

A Poem by G Lucas Kolthof


Please do not touch my hands anymore, my ring finger is broken and I refuse to wear a splint. Question mark. Call it what you want. I am ..
Collections of Truth (1)

Collections of Truth (1)

A Poem by G Lucas Kolthof


He said all I write about is cigarettes and smoking blunts and the tempest of my relationships. I cannot seem to just be happy anymore. I scoffed. Tol..
A Fuckboy and A Failed “I Love You Too”

A Fuckboy and A Failed “I Love You Too”

A Poem by G Lucas Kolthof


Get high with your supposed to be boyfriend. Realize he's an a*****e as he ignores you for 3 hours playing on his phone while texting his actua..
When I Can’t Sleep

When I Can’t Sleep

A Poem by G Lucas Kolthof


When I can't sleep at night I stare at the empty side of my bed, and wonder about the things I would tell you if you were laying right Next to me..
Saturday is the Most Poetic Day of the Week

Saturday is the Most Poetic Day of the Week

A Poem by G Lucas Kolthof


Saturday is the most poetic day of the week. Wake up: hit the snooze at least five times. Told myself to wake up early and get a workout in..
What Is My Name

What Is My Name

A Poem by G Lucas Kolthof


They named me after a navy soldier. I taste a dead body carried into currents. I guess this heart feels as a tombstone for innocent bystanders bear..
Cloud Atlas

Cloud Atlas

A Story by G Lucas Kolthof


Like a flower pressed against someone's clenched fist will leave a final gift of scented skin holding selflessness to whom has become killer - I must ..
I May Not Look Like What I've Been Through

I May Not Look Like What I've Been Through

A Poem by G Lucas Kolthof


I may not look like what I have been through; the typical melodramatic starving artist studying paintings against cement sidewalks only to be unde..

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