“(My Childhood Imagination) All these years later, I still possess mine. My imagination is built around it, so I've never seriously considered giving it up. The stories I write now are based on games I invented as a child. Keeping my childhood magic alive means living it as it was when I was a child.” InspirationalImaginationChildhoodMotivational InspirationalCreative Writing Author:D.L. Lewis
“Wizard Hare was quite a sight, With magic powers, he took flight. He soared across the land so wide, With his wand and hat by his side. One day he met seven devils, Who were up to their usual revels. They looked at him with wicked eyes, And said, "We'll make you pay the price." But Wizard Hare was not afraid, He knew his magic could be displayed. He raised his wand and cast a spell, And sent the devils straight to hell. But they were not so easily defeated, And soon they rose up, quite conceited. They laughed and jeered at Wizard Hare, And said, "We'll get you yet, beware!" The devils plotted and schemed all night, And when the dawn broke, they took to flight. They flew to Wizard Hare's castle gate, And there they lay in wait. But Wizard Hare was not so daunted, He had a plan, his magic flaunted. He called upon the spirits of the air, And sent them forth to do his share. The spirits blew a mighty gust, And the devils were thrown into the dust. Wizard Hare then struck his wand, And sent the devils to beyond. The devils were never seen again, And Wizard Hare remained a friend. To all who knew him far and wide, With his magic wand and hat by his side.” Creative WritingPoem QuotesFantasy PoemAnthropomorphic Author:D.L. Lewis
“There are bruises on the limbs that won't break that are far more uncomfortable and traumatic than those that do. They call it depression, an ill-fated monster that devours, cuts, breaks, and crushes you from within.” InspirationalDepressionHelping OthersCreative WritingDepression QuotesSave Yourself Author:D.L. Lewis
“In the shadows of the night, A hare with crown of thorns in sight, With eyes that gleam with wicked might, And fur as black as darkest night. Its presence brings a hush of fear, For in its wake, destruction's near, Its very breath, a threat severe, A harbinger of doom and fear. Oh, how it revels in its power, This beast that comes in darkest hour, With every step, it makes us cower, As we succumb to its demonic power. Its crown of thorns, a symbol of pain, A sign of suffering, of loss and gain, A testament to its unholy reign, A ruler of darkness, a leader of the insane. We bow before this wicked hare, As it leads us into a world of despair, A world where evil reigns supreme, And nothing is as it seems. So let us revel in this darkness, And embrace the hare's demonic starkness, For in its wake, we find our bliss, And all that's good is swallowed by the abyss.” Creative WritingPoem Poetry Poet Author:D.L. Lewis
“Once more, I close my heavy eyes, My dreadful fate I cannot disguise. The darkness of my loneliness, Strangling me in its abyss. My hollow heart is aching so, And it's growing ever colder, I know. My blighted soul lies still and numb, In the deep and silent tomb. My hopes, once soaring like an eagle, Have perished in the frozen gale. No one hears my silent cries, Echoing amidst these solemn skies. The wintry storms that rage around, Have shattered all that I have found. As I drift away in mournful grief, My hopelessness consumes me like a thief.” Poetry QuotesCreative WritingPoem Poetry Poet Author:D.L. Lewis
“Moonspelled by this abomination, mischievous unto this crimson, inverted within this underworld, I am the rabbit that is plagued with an unknown nightmare.” HorrorPhilosopherCreative WritingHorror GenrePhilosphey Author:D.L. Lewis
“Death shall reign bliss over the abyss to those who fear the end. All those who are dying will travel only once through the desolate. Dim it will be for the souls in gray, not ready to evanesce from this world. Grief will cling to ice, limbs will stiffen as timber, voices will go unheard through a death rattle, and our minds will turn into eternal shadow. All of the love you carry will stand on a thread of pinhole conviction. Your lifeless body will be entombed in your graveyard of disbelief. A path to an empty conscience is the only one that leads to naught. In the spiritual dimension after demise, we are the paradise lost that has disappeared.” DarknessHorrorSuspenseCreative WritingPhilosphey Author:D.L. Lewis