Stealing Creativity


In a blink of an eye they fade,
back to their lonesomeness they play,
with thoughts captured from an active mind,
rolled and bounced about with childish delight.

Can’t be seen and yet they’re there,
like ghostly apparitions that come and go.
Stealing your creative thoughts from time to time,
leaving you with a blank stare and thoughtless mind.

These devilish imps love creative minds,
their source of food and playful past time.
Who would have thought that they’re living inside?
Only when words fail will you hear their ruckus,
a chaos against the stillness of your thoughts.

-The Elusive Scribe 031613-


Words do Fail


to describe what I see with my own two eyes,
of the beauty the morning sun brings
as it breaks the darkness as it wakes.

to describe what I can feel when I reach out to touch,
the things that surround me
in my own corner of the world.

to describe what I can hear whenever I close my eyes,
the music and laughter of the birds chirping,
and the way the wind whispers as it passes me by.

to describe the taste of life I am living at the moment
where love is ever present and comforting,
a special ingredient that I shouldn’t forsake.


-The Elusive Scribe 041313-


Poetry: Alive

Since it’s December and many are saying that it’s nearing the end of the world, I thought that this poem of my mine is appropriate for the occasion. 😀 Anyway, I wrote this poem way back when I was in high school. Being alive is certainly something that we should be happy about regardless of how our day turns out. We just need to see how lucky we are that we are still breathing and have the chance to live our lives as we see fit.


I’m alive, still breathing

My blood courses through my veins.

I think every minute

Every second, every hour of the day

I walk, I run, I enjoy life this way.

I bask in the glory of the sun

I weave dreams upon the night sky.

I reminisce every joyous day that passed.

Yes, I’m alive, still breathing

Capturing the most intimate desires of my mind

Hiding from the scariest moments of my life.

I listen, I cry, I laugh, I speak

I hold everything dear.

I know how to love

to linger on a special moment

I know how to let go

And be tough at the same time.

Yes, I’m alive.

-EAM 122398-