Inktober + Poetry #2: Mindless
These mindless rambles that inadvertently jump off the tongue, could they hold the secrets of our hearts? These mindless rambles about that we cannot stop, the convoluted awareness we fail to comprehend, and the inexplainable connection we come across – unwarranted mostly. These mindless rambles, could they hold the secrets of our hearts? I love…
Read MoreInktober + Poetry #1: Ring
In the ring today who shall you face – a friend, a foe, an unknown shadow? What moves do we have hidden to survive this game? maybe it’d be a loss today for you haven’t slept on your wounds from yesterday. Inktober begins with digital drawing along with poetry. These days poems just tend to…
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Curved, Convoluted, Confused
It’s okay to be curved, convoluted, and confused, to have the wires of your life twisted and turned as if ready to dance upon each other. Because look at the vessels the body encloses, look at them and you shall see how they twist and turn. Laid straight they could travel twice around the globe,…
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The Encounters
Who on earth gave the idea that we must steal hearts, and that it was the ultimate goal there is? Why not steal the mind, the eye, the soul? How can life be understood through just one unexplained being all consuming? Mustn’t we have friends with whom we can converse under the rainbow about how…
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Classic or Clown
They speak of names, like they are friends – those names I have only heard of; never read. I am told, the craft in front is not what it is supposed to be; they don’t tell me I can’t neither do they say I can. Classic or clown, who can tell.
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The Wordcastle 