Thought Provoker : Writing

Hulk Twain

Hulk Twain

A Poem by Thought Provoker


I used to wonder what it meant to “escape”,then I read and realized that with every word my arms grewstrongerand I held the power to visit..
Four Score and Seven Years Ago...

Four Score and Seven Years Ago...

A Story by Thought Provoker


With a hectic history and a reserved and collected present, Washington DC is much like a powerful woman with cherry blossoms in her hair. With her of..
Sneakers, Max, and Your Blue Honda

Sneakers, Max, and Your Blue Honda

A Story by Thought Provoker


You are capable of doing things that your mind depicts as out of reach. As humans we are capable of achieving sensational things. We can over come any..
Mortal Deity

Mortal Deity

A Poem by Thought Provoker


I’ve never believed in forever. Every sorrow, every thrill, every delight is inevitably temporary. But at this moment, at this very state of sol..
The Closest Thing To Magic

The Closest Thing To Magic

A Poem by Thought Provoker


For every secret I have, Ihave someone worth telling it too.I have always thought that-that is how secrets worked.Secrets are more like covert clouds ..
Guilty Insult

Guilty Insult

A Poem by Thought Provoker


No painting or visual image can measure up to thepleasureof reading a book. For a stroke of a paintbrushis not equivalent to the gesture of a pen hold..
The Day I Learned of My Mothers Regrets.

The Day I Learned of My Mothers Regrets.

A Story by Thought Provoker


Did I say day? I meant year, but I guess things officially hit you on a day to day basis. Now, I could take the time and formulate a whole bunch of wo..
Med School?

Med School?

A Poem by Thought Provoker


You will not be the first of many to doubt me for the path I have chosen to take. That is because you have failed to share the passion I possess for t..