Creative Writing Portfolio
Operas
Ancstral Debts
Bury Me Home
Plays (Scripts)
Turning Tables (Short Musicals) (2017)
If Only you Knew (Play in progress)
Poems
- My life's canvas
- My Heart is dismayed inside of me
- In the midst of dawn
- The ghost of you
- Green eyes of spring
- Tears of a broken heart
- sous le ciel bleu de nanterre
- Lamentatio Amoris
- Moriatur ut nascatur
- My Soldier
- Letter to my Ex
- To Live or Not To Live
- The Light at the end of the Tunnel
- A prayer of hope
- Somewhere out there
In the gallery of existence, my life's canvas spread,
Brushstrokes of others, a tapestry they've led.
Artists around me, each with a stroke,
Painting narratives, words they invoke.
They defined me.
Bold strokes of expectations, colors of desire,
From brushes that dance in other’s hand,
A masterpiece in progress, yet a story unseen,
Hidden secrets within my canvas, a tale grand.
Yet they don’t know me.
Brushstrokes reflect hopes and fears,
Painting a journey through the passing years.
With brushes in my hand, I try to paint.
Yet, my hand trembles, fear of disappointment
But why do I care so much?
A silent symphony of wishes untold,
A canvas unfolds, stories unfold.
Each stroke, a whisper of my heart's quiet plea,
Afraid my canvas won't reflect the truest me.
But who am I?
Colors swirl, a dance of emotions within,
Hesitation echoes, a timid origin.
For in imperfection, beauty finds its place,
A masterpiece born from vulnerability's grace.
No, no, no, I’m not afraid (crying and shaking)
I'll paint with courage, with colors bold,
Craft my own story, as the tale is told.
For in this canvas, uniquely mine,
I reclaim the strokes, each curve, each line.
Because I AM. (Brave)
By Kervy Delcy