Tag: Ink

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 […]

Seafoam And Sirens

The Unsigned Writer Seafoam and Sirens Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Canvas of an unrecognized willow trunk. Droplets of rain given up on by the sky canopy. Colored veins of a painting never finished. A story blotted out with desolated ink. Projects buried and unremembered upon. Crafts beneath […]

Friend Or Foe

Peace and joy can be stunning in a heavenly way. Poems about true love and a happily ever after. How I enjoy those wonderful endings. In this world of human and art. I do not want to only see something filled with smiles. Humans have an attic in […]

Ink Wave

The Unsigned Writer Ink Wave Written By, J. M. Lilin It is so empty in this room that even the noise has abandoned the space. There is nothing alive inside except for myself and the shadow that I cast. It is just a cube with one door and […]

Writer And The Window

The Writer sits alone. She is in a booth at a restaurant. No food at her table, no people beside her. Her family is there, but she’s chosen to sit apart from them. Not because she’s angry, but because their table is full, each seat occupied. The Writer […]