frame of worldview

I've been working on A TON of writing. This creative writing class I'm in has been helping to keep me motivated to write, which is good, because I love writing.

I'll try posting more in the coming weeks.

constructive criticism is always helpful.

A City’s Thick-Veined Hand in Collapse

The run-down ruins of a ghost’s abandoned metropolis

erupt from the concrete-stained surface of the earth.

Where legs once stampeded from house to home, from home to work

and back again

by misguided people lost in the world they knew.

From here, the souls’ feet are maggots of time,

peaking their ugly heads through the structures they created.

They are long since abandoned, the lucky ones

boarded, saved from Saturn’s thick-veined hands, the unlucky ones

bear the scars of his abuse, shattered windows,

with sick remains stretching out to slash a misguided arm

reaching in to take the only remaining memory of another.

Beyond the offices lie the beds their cars

once occupied throughout the light of day, but now

only rusted metal shards stare back at the onlookers.

Cars a far-away memory now, or simply a box which contains

far-away memories.

Upon the rust and dust, the great conquerer!

In cahoots with time, nature took her toll

and a small signature of her work grows upon those enslaved.

A thin and sickly layer covers all, a moss hardly fit

to cover even the smallest of rocks, simply an icing

to their work to destroy.