Tag: Creation

Be Okay

The Unsigned Writer Be Okay Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Desire is a part of being human. Just as a flower must blossom. Yet, I have only one wish for the genie. More than anything; I just want to be okay. To wake up in the mornings; Allow […]

Rare Beauty

The Unsigned Writer Rare Beauty Poetry By, J. M. Lilin This world. Split between something icy and scorching.   Harsh, yet with so many prepossessing elements. A miscellaneous combination to create a canvas. A canvas enveloped in vines that eventually reveal; Reveal blossoms of a rare, patient beauty. […]

Unraveling

Time is unraveling. Connecting to an unknown force. A force that is exciting more so. Similar to how humans wish to be in the stars. Only this human is in another world. This human is unraveling like time itself. This human is almost no longer a human. He […]

Jar Of Stars

He was dark, like a fire of shadows. Such closed in words that held such a snowstorm. So many weather conditions and so many oceans. Eyes like a sky without stars. He was the one not meant to win. He was no hero. He was meant to be […]

Soul Mate

The Unsigned Writer Soul Mate Poetry By, J. M. Lilin I am here waiting for my soul mate. Posters put up in my dreams for the fairy tale characters. I even told the stars all about, so when they align; They might bring you to my land. Searching […]

Stars Like A Dandelion

The Unsigned Writer Stars Like A Dandelion Poetry By, J. M. Lilin A mansion of radiance lit through windows of a galaxy. Spreading out farther than a canyon of constellations. Gleaming similar to orbs of vivid nebula eyes. Astronomy of blossoming personalities. Marvelous and splendid in the night […]

Rabbit Hole

The Unsigned Writer Rabbit Hole Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Stay away from the edge they tell her. Stay away from the woods they tell her. Why should she listen? Curiosity can kill the cat, but it can also change the world. Forever wonder the impossible or make […]

Neverland

The Unsigned Writer Neverland Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Oh, Peter Pan, I need a friend. I am lonely down in this unusual land. Come down here yourself or let my dreams transcend.   Oh, Peter Pan, bring me a different life. Too many crowds with a million […]

Lost Dreamer

The Unsigned Writer Lost Dreamer Poetry By, J. M. Lilin He is a dreamer in an unusual state of mind that is not unusual but truly spectacular. If you visit his place, his wonderous home of creatures, you would never want to leave. He is just a dreamer […]

Carousel Of Chaos

The Unsigned Writer Carousel Of Chaos Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Like a circus that holds a claustrophobic spin of questions closed up for a day that never comes. Clowns that dance and mock their emotions with a flower of doubts, petals dropping to the floor. Trapeze of […]

Nebula Eyes

The Unsigned Writer Nebula Eyes Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Penetrating with the color that only you could prefer. Charismatic in a compelling way of charm. Full of a glowing observance that never looks away. Captivating like the ocean, but it is not the waves that you see. […]

Attic Of The Mind

The Unsigned Writer Attic Of The Mind Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Vivid and dazzling switching between dappled shelter are the little flickering lights. Tangled mazes of webs built by the spiders of thoughtful contemplations and reflections. Corners full of theories and notions that twirl and twist themselves […]

Welcome To The Insane

The Unsigned Writer Welcome To The Insane Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Welcome to the insane, Trust me when I say, you won’t get bored. Let us rearrange and rid of the raining dark. We have been hurled together. Let us make a change. Every beautiful twirl. It […]

Distant Crowds

The Unsigned Writer Distant Crowds Poetry By, J. M. Lilin There is crowds, roaring with different emotions and opinions. They give off their scripts until she is deaf, they go on until there is nothing left to come clean of. They have spoken it all out in confession, […]

Obsession With Imagination

The Unsigned Writer Obsession With Imagination Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Not a force to be reckoned with as minor or insignificant. The realm of a child’s heart is where we can find the source. Once they grow, they become something more if they prize it. Keep it […]

Inspiration Of Motivation

The Unsigned Writer The Inspiration Of Motivation Poetry By, J. M. Lilin They expect me to write something eccentric and intriguing, something that will absorb their stimulation.   A title that is rousing and a signature that is appealing with the idea of imagination and creation. We have […]

We Write

The Unsigned Writer We Write! Short Poetry By, J. M. Lilin What should I write about? I want to have a million words without having to think. Every words to count, splattered out in a mixture of paint. To explore the words as worlds, to understand the imagination […]

A Different Surface

The Unsigned Writer A Different Surface Poetry By, J. M. Lilin We walk in our own reality, and most of forget to look up. Yet, some of us somehow forget to look down and notice the other verse. For right below our feet, is another world reflected in […]

Children At Heart

The Unsigned Writer Children At Heart Inspiration Written By, J. M. Lilin Why are writers important? Many people wonder this when they hear that someone they know is working towards a career in writing. Why is writing important? Sure, we know that there are many writing opportunities and […]

The Ceiling

The Unsigned Writer The Ceiling Written By, J. M. Lilin The day passes by, blurring colors and flashing lights. It all lowers down, farther into the ground as the hours become larger numbers and then skip back to a restart. Tenebrosity has fallen over the nanoscopic marble we […]

Peculiar and Strange

The Unsigned Writer Peculiar And Strange Short Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Every word of creation. I can make my own world. Peculiar and strange. Just through imagination. The fantasy is in my hand. Crazy, yes. Astounding, truly. My own infinity worlds. Built to entertain. Contagious only to […]

We Could Pretend

The Unsigned Writer We Could Pretend Poetry By, J. M. Lilin We could play pretend. We could pretend to be small and innocent again. We could pretend to be a little girl or a little boy. When nothing mattered except for the adventure. Let us go to the […]

The Creation of Imagination

The Unsigned Writer The Creation Of Imagination Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Our imagination is creation while creation is simply imagination  The words our mine, the same as yours, the same as theirs, all from the mind Like snowflakes or a waterfall, thoughts cascade, tumble, and pile up […]

Three Writing Boosts For Month June

The Unsigned Writer Three Writing Boosts For Month June Inspiration Written By, J. M. Lilin To start a month, inspiration is needed to keep going. To realize what your capable of. To remind you why you write those words. Why you imagine those thoughts and use ink, a […]

Monsters Are Not Real

The Unsigned Writer Monsters Are Not Real Novel By, J. M. Lilin It’s only half-way through that I can’t stand the consuming, dark gloom of the room any longer. I stand, my movements clumsy from my quivering legs. With shaky steps, I make my way out of the […]

Slave To Wealth

The Unsigned Writer Slave To Wealth Poetry By, J. M. Lilin When the world stops. If time no longer went tick-tock – Would you be bold? Or would you be sold? To wealth would you give your soul? Become powerful but without a goal? Would you push the […]

He Would Wish

The Unsigned Writer He Would Wish Ballad By, J. M. Lilin He would wish that he was indistinguishable like the clouds that would drift and hover about. The boy loved to fall away in a trance, letting his head float up and away, imagining visions of contrasting atmospheres. […]

Blue Eyes

The Unsigned Writer Blue Eyes Short Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Extraordinary and charismatic.   The blue falls into the category of a mind’s universe.  For they experience life in another place, one with spirits. A nebula of starry contemplation that observes the second life.   No other […]

Box Of Memories

We created it together, in a room full of posters and childhood. We related this way, through a shelf full of books in which we shared that same love for characters. Shyness overtook the first steps but when we finally spoke, a conversation eventually grew. Like a story […]

Somewhere Else

The Unsigned Writer Somewhere Else Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Where the sun is always out but not too intense, for neither are the shadows. Where the storms are always soothing, gentle rain touching my window in a friendly hello. Where my home is a library and the […]

Not From Here

The Unsigned Writer Not From Here Poetry By, J. M. Lilin I am not myself here because I am not who I pretend to be when I am there. The world is colored in a different canvas and each shade is unfamiliar to you. How I wish I […]

Do Not Hide Your Blue Skin

The Unsigned Writer Do Not Hide Your Blue Skin Inspiration Written By, J. M. Lilin “She had blue skin, and so did he. He kept it hid, and so did she. They searched for blue. Their whole life through, Then passed right by- And never knew.” -Shel Sliverstein- […]

Gift Of Creativity

The Unsigned Writer The Gift Of Creativity Inspiration Written By, J. M. Lilin Have you ever truly looked at nature? Have you ever really gotten to know the truest parts of our planet? The natural parts? The parts that God gifted us with? The parts God created and […]

Kingdom For Writers

The Unsigned Writer Kingdom For Writers Poetry By, J. M. Lilin I wish there was a dwelling out there, meant as a home just for me. Somewhere with those like me; those that struggle to speak in a vocal manner. For the only way of communication in the […]

Will You Be Inspired?

The Unsigned Writer Will You Be Inspired? Inspiration Written By, J. M. Lilin “One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” -Tori Morrison- I could tell you you that you are worth it, but my simple thoughts will not change your mind. I […]

Imaginary Friend

The Unsigned Writer My Imaginary Friend Poetry By, J. M. Lilin My imaginary friend is my only friend. He always waits for me on top of the mountain, pines surrounding his small form. Dandelions lead me there where the white butterflies roam. He waits for me and every […]