From the Desk of Christopher Duncan

Welcome to the calmer place in my mind. My Ramblings, life, thoughts on writing, and whatever other drivel I can think of wasting your time with.

Peace.  -CD

Curse you Facebook, and other time wasters!!!

Hello again...   Been awhile, sorry about that...   Life sometimes gets in the way of important internet stuffs, very frustrating it is.   So....we all know and hate Facebook right?   and by hate I mean we go to it every damn day just to see our...

Stepping off the curb

Just wrote this...it's dark, don't read if you can't deal with a woman being murdered from a first person perspective... She danced through rooms like on air, her curvaceous smile a poison for all men, she enticed them with her laugh, she remembers those times She...

Looking back on life

A random thought, has, as they always do popped into my head. I have many thoughts that race through, sometimes I don't even realize I had them until ten minutes later. Yet that old thought of self reflection, popped in, and promptly sat down on a couch I didn't know...

END TIMELESS

The End Times The end of days Whatever you want to call them I really could care less They all mean the same thing That God never really gave us free will Free will is without limit Yet man it seems has his Angels creep as demons leap God weeps as Lucifer laughs The...

How do you know when it’s time?

I've been thinking a lot these past few years. The things I want to do with my life. I sometimes wonder if my mind wonders due to my travels in my 20's. Or if it has a legitimate desire....need for me to do the things I dream about. Writing for a living, God knows my...

Cogs

Just wrote this, off the cuff, and haven't edited it at all, thought I'd throw it up see if anyone thinks it's any good 🙂 Rusting groans give way to rustling whispers of silence The minds eye sings the national anthem ready to end for the night No more does his mind...

WHY

I often ask myself that question Well, I ask it almost very day Why am I who I am? Why do I do the things I do? How is it, that the actions of my youth have created the man that stands before me now? Why are we? The mathematical equations should prove that we as...

The Ghost of Christmas past…

It's the 26th of December. The day after Christmas, I've always had that feeling of loss the next day. We wait all year, count the days down, then BAM!! it's over.   When I was a kid I would already start to regret as I watched the day ebb away on the clock face....