Keith McHugh
Bio
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
Stories (79/0)
Wandering particles
Wandering Particles, Wandering in amazement, At everything I see. Nature, She holds such beauty, Even the bark of the tree, Are the same particles in you and me. They go on living and breathing, Always giving and receiving, Outstretched arms reaching, Slowly growing to the sky. As the sun rays are beaming, The green canopy, Absorbing the energy. Each leaf holds a meaning Holding dew of the morning. Homes for the birds swarming. The sturdy limbs resembling veins, Holding it's lifeblood within, Dancing with the winds. Such a sweet melody, As the birds chime timely. Beginning a symphony, Carrying a sweet epiphany, Life in all its complexity. Is a perfect balance, Unobstructed and free. Living in harmony, Like the particles in me. Keeping me healthy, In love at peace. Feel the wonders of nature, You can sense the release, let your mind feel at ease, As you wander, With me, Aimlessly, Into possibility.
By Keith McHugh2 years ago in Poets
Train of Thought
Chapter 1 GEODE "Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say" thought Geode, as the unused portion of the air gets vacuumed from his lungs. How nice it would be to travel the vast emptiness of the silent Galaxy, he thought. "Yet soundwaves can carry lightyears through time and space. is a scream not a soundwave in its own form. OH, how nice it would be in silence, away from the constant sound of the machines keeping me breathing." The sound of the heart monitor now a distant familiar reality as it beeps. The clouds begin to gather fast above the place Geode calls his cell. Self imprisoned over his years of poor choices. An ominous glow comes from the full moon, blasting its light behind the clouds. Lightning begins to flash exposing the dark fluffy patch speeding towards town. Looks like this may be a good one. Finally some entertainment, as his thoughts embark on the wonders of the storms and the power they carry. "If only I could ride that lightning all the way to the end of my time. How much longer am I to be tied to this tree called life? I'm done!!" he calls to the air as if no one could hear him. "bet you no one could even hear me scream in this room." he scoffed. The rain begins to pound against the windows , As Geode stares into distorted dark city streets. The artificial air keeping him breathing. The atmosphere in the room, stale and cold, as alone he ponders how it came to be this way. Tied like a dog to tree, these tubes my chain.
By Keith McHugh2 years ago in Futurism
Ripple Effect
Drip, drip, drip, Did I just slip? Need to catch my grip, And enjoy this trip, As I watch my, RIPPLE EFFECT, Dropping into reality, Like pebbles to the sea. Such a small body, In such a large entity. Stretching endlessly, Throughout Etrernity, Here, To start a new journey
By Keith McHugh2 years ago in Poets