frozen in time
"out there is someone who sees the wind blow, can hear the sun rise, and can taste the clouds" (or a collection of poetry written when no one is watching)
"out there is someone who sees the wind blow, can hear the sun rise, and can taste the clouds" (or a collection of poetry written when no one is watching)
everything written in here is from emotion, from life. all of it is unedited. it's entirety is real. [non-fiction #86, poetry #248 - july twenty-sixth, two thousand thirteen]
letters from will thomas to maine wickan in hopes that maybe she would come back, or he would move on.
“How can I be reasonable? To me, our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.” -W. Somerset Maugham (c) mockingjayde 2013
♫ ❝those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.❞ - george carlin [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
a short collection of short poems and not-so-short poems that might leave you unsatisfied. completed. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
A collection of short pieces, one-shots, character sketches, and scenes that don't belong anywhere (yet). Alternative description: Word dump for thoughts & feelings I want to get out of my head or remember forever. June 2014-2018
❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in whatever order you like. Sept. 2013-June 2014 "eye of twilight" from Jan...
A shoebox collection of short fables, stories in verse, discontinued manuscripts, and other fluffy curio. Featured by Wattpad under "Short Story" from October 2013 to 2015.
two collections of poetry-prose: cosmic ashes & jagged storm. [voyageur / bigcitystars © year twenty-thirteen; see original covers inside]
dear oliver: there's something i have to tell you. lilly. [ 11 | 30 | 14 - #146 Teen Fiction ] [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-fourteen ]
she was my winter-storm, and i will never forget the everlasting hail she used to destroy our love.