The reason this exists:

I'm going to attempt to keep this blog mostly dedicated to my own creative writing and less of me just rambling, since I tend to do that. I probably will just post how I feel or ideas I have a lot but I'll try not to. I also have to stop myself from posting poems and stories that I just love that I didn't write, but I will sometimes because they inspire me to keep going. Wow this is going to be a challenge. That's the point though I guess, I'm going to attempt to push myself to write more. Just to get me started though:

Our Desires

There is a wind that seeks the crevice
under my heart
the way insects file at night
beneath a doorway

Its edges are rough, it slits
the cords. It trips my steady breathing.
When it comes there is no one
I can trust.

It seems, at times, I have designed
too well this vision of you
I cannot survive your eyes
when they are scarred with a need
for some lesser form of love.

I admit to this conceit.
And though you will not accept it
You love it nonetheless

It is just like you. Our desires
will always be kept sharp
by a kind of perversity. A need
to be each forever alone...

Its color is violet, like lips
that have been smashed by nights
or robbed of blood by lack of breath,
The wind I was speaking of does this.

I can feel it now.

- Jack Kerouac