Creative Writing

[eternaltyro]

I have no home to call my own

Old man hugs the ground like an infant to its cradle.

A leather coat and wool cap,

his weapons of choice

against the cold, bleak world he must face…

day after day.

Nappy hair and beard

cover a man once filled with pride,

with joy.

With no home of his own,

all he does is sit and wait.

His arms folded

Comments

I like it

[thestoneclergy]

dude i like your writting alot like it creates a really good image in my mind, write more

Guess who, in case my face doesn't give it away

[her_solace]

Oh, my gosh. This was from the days of Creative Writing with Aldworth, which seems like it was forever ago.

Also, I swear I'm not stalking you. I'm trying to kill time and not work on finals, and it lead me here. Go figure.

Re: Guess who, in case my face doesn't give it away

[eternaltyro]

Yeah, those were the good old days of mocking shitty writers and easy writing assignments. Shame its over. What's been going on with you lately?

Re: Guess who, in case my face doesn't give it away

[her_solace]

I'm at DePaul, and I've been busy with way too much work recently.Other than that, not too much.

Yourself?