Phree Xpressions
Blog URL http://phreexpress.blogspot.com
Located Los Angeles, California USA
Tags phreexpress, writing, creative, stories, prose, collection, expression, thoughts, poetry
A Collection of Writings from a chaotic mind.
Latest Blog Posts
- I drudge. on Oct 28, 2009 in Prose
I’m stuck in a rut, unsure of where I’m goingPushing ahead, following the only road that’s showingNot really trusting in the path ahead of meBut not having a choice in the matters that beI drudge through it all, focused on my nothingHoping that...
- Carried Away. on Oct 28, 2009 in Prose
The winds, they stir and roar and buffet all that dare stand in their way.Myself, foolish enough to do so, chose to try test the furies, in all my naivety.Picked up and tossed around, I no longer recognize the when or where I’m at.Stuck in the midd...
- pushove on Oct 26, 2009 in Prose
Quick note:push + shove = pushove. If you already figured that one out, props to you.Let's move on.Forgive me, as it has been a while since my last post. But since most of these entries are of inconsequential affects, I s'pose you'll bear with. And I...
- Little Pieces of Home on Oct 3, 2009
The air is stale and cold. The night encompasses everything in its cloak of cover. The only audible noises to be heard are the soft distant whooshes that accompany the far away waves as they crash upon the shoreline. The cascading walls of water fall...
- act.i.on on Oct 3, 2009 in Prose
In the shadows, I quietly bide my timeWaiting for that perfect moment toStep out and formally introduce myselfTo you. The situational conditions mustBe absolutely immaculate for my nextForay into this great unknown.I’ve done the necessary researchA...
- Rush. on Sep 19, 2009
standing. sweating. breathing. staring at the mirror. i wipe my forehead with a towel. a second later, beads of sweat start to form again, inundating me with a slippery wet surface area that glistens in the light. the quiet bubbles slowly ooze throug...
- Path Of Sojourn. on Sep 10, 2009 in Short Story
This is nothing new. I’ve been down this road before. I can see clearly where my last footsteps once were, where the imprint from the soles of my shoes forever scarred the surface of the planet. Where brushes and trees and shrubs have been pushed a...
