Let us start from the beginning of creation. Where black and white roses become colorless stars. Mixing up ink blots to decipher our notation. There is a castle made of ink, a castle made of glass. Collecting poetry to fill up our empty honey jars. Piecing together the crowns of imagination. Emptying the figments of…
Tag: Life
They Don’t Know
They don’t know. They don’t know what goes through her head. The girl that came from a twisted far away wonderland. They don’t know. They don’t know why she is the way she is. She wears all black but her mind is a thousand unexistent colors. Her hair is dyed to illustrate the vast portraits…
Symphony of Light
For once it is time to not be afraid of height. Touching the skies in symphony of light. The horizon falling in such a splendid sight. May we waltz graceful through the night? May the stars be our mapped out chart? Falling forth to reveal the glass of our heart. I know it has been…
The Stars Are Alive
They told me that I had to like the sun. It was those bright beams though that made my head pound. How could I like the sun if we did not get along? I had to hide away the fact that I was settling for the smaller orbs. I had to let them believe I…
Write Your Name
Thought you would like to know, I am not blind to what is behind the smile. I have been a soldier once before. Your chest is rattling with an earthquake. You are a globe with a storm inside. There is so much rain that you cannot breathe. I know what it is like to forget…
Be Inspired To Not Wait To Live
I could die tomorrow. I could die today. I could die in an hour. In any moment that comes could be my last. So, why am I so afraid of living? Why should I worry what others think? Why am I so afraid of the judgement? I could die in the next hour and I’m…
Seafoam And Sirens
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 the shelfs down each isle. A yard full of pieces and parts, torn and engraved. Each part described…
Singing A Lullaby
He has been making his way across a tightrope of doubt. Wishing for the knowledge of who he was born to be. Lonely as if all those meant for him were lost in a drought. He became less hopeful with each passing friendship search in the city. Books of fairy tales giving him false dreams….
Nominated Ideal Inspirational Blogger Award #2
The Award Rules: • Thank the person who have nominated you and provide a link back to his/her blog. • Answer their questions. • Nominate up to 9 other bloggers and ask them 5 new questions. • Notify the nominees through their blog by visiting and commenting on their blog. • List the rules and…
Always And Forever
She seemed to always remember. Always remember the way the sun reflected in his eyes. Flecks of gold dazzling through and through. Golden perfection that matched his dark, wild hair. Gorgeous and magnetizing, she thought to herself. “What?” he asks, noticing her gaze. “Nothing,” she shakes her head, smiling. He smiles as well and looks…
Growing As A Person (300 Follows)
Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go. E. L. Doctorow I have been telling stories all my life. Before I could write, I loved to tell my family stories. I loved to make my many siblings laugh with characters I made up. I was the official daydreamer. Staring off…
Nominated Ideal Inspirational Blogger Award
The Award Rules: • Thank the person who have nominated you and provide a link back to his/her blog. • Answer their questions. • Nominate up to 9 other bloggers and ask them 5 new questions. • Notify the nominees through their blog by visiting and commenting on their blog. • List the rules and…
Miss Midnight
Oh, Miss Midnight. The splendid marvels in the sky are such a rarity to me. An exhibition of heavenly curiosity. Imagination set up in the grace of allurement. Stunning display of wonder. A sensation of passion spreading through the gleam of your eyes. I write best late at night. When no one is around, and…
Hallelujah
I have so much to write, so much to say. A million words drift around in the starry orbs. Falling like wishes to catch just for me and the writer inside. I am overwhelmed, for I have so much to give away. Too many parts of my soul spilled in ink to give in a…
Song For The Summer
I wanted to write you a poem, something precious and sweet. I wanted to give you my soul, through creativity and wonder Simply words can say it all. So, I gave you these words, through paper and ink. I wrote these words with my heart and soul. Just for you, these words were meant. To…
The Stigma (Chapter 1)
“Keegan Jones! Belongs to the Stigma!” The announcer yells this out as if there should be applause to follow. As if the crowd should be proud. His rough, withered hand grabs my wrist and lifts it into the air. As if I should be proud. I wasn’t proud though. I didn’t feel any sort of…
Lost Dreamer
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 living on a planet that does not suit his true state of mind. If only we knew…
Nominated Sunshine Blogger Award #2 and #3
The Rules: To My Lovely Readers: Dear Readers, I’ve been writing since middle school. I only just started to share my work this last, 2019 December. With some of my posts, I’m nervous to share but again and again, I have had supportive readers who have motivated me to keep writing and to keep letting…
Forgetting The Impossible
Once I was five and I grew up on adventures in the backyard, believing in the impossible. Another time, long ago, I was ten, and I had friends at the playground who dared me to what seemed complex. If only I knew what fifteen meant to me, when I started to discover myself and grow…
Obsession With Imagination
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 and grow it in sunlight of inspiration and motivation. Praise it and use it in the late hours…
Hardest Of All
Out of everything in this world, full of bittersweet and irregular roads. Saying goodbye to you is one of the hardest of them all. My throat is tight as I meet your nebula eyes, so innocent and bright. In the darkness of the night, you were that single star that always shone with faith. Saying…
Something Sweet
I want to find myself where no one else can find me, on top of the world. To hide far away on the crown in the fortress of countless leaves. To speak and fly with the creatures that take off in the air and unfold. To just let go and close my eyes; to let…
Without A Difference
If we all knew what we were living for, we wouldn’t need to worry. We could wear a mask, and we could change our face every time we leave. Is it all worth not knowing what the truth is about your own mind? Do you want to know what it is you have been sent…
To Imagine
I love to imagine that the sand-castle I built are a palace. I am the queen and the sea-shells are my gold. The dolphins laugh at my jokes and the mermaids are my people. The conch shells are my communication with the pirates. The ones on the sea who aren’t evil and only dream of…
Imaginary Friend
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 time I find myself there, he has a smile set out just for me. He will lay out…
Soulful City
The Writer stands tall above the city. She is on the highest point of the most elevated building in the area, and she can see the furthest she’s ever seen before. She beams as she looks down at the people below her, hustling about as if they were a terribly immense and buzzing colony of…
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