Not all arguments or disagreements are always personal attacks on the creative contributor and even if they start that way, the creative mind knows how to redirect not only the attention of both his opponent and audience but also the discussion’s talking points. …
With no strings attached
I had more chances moving forward.
I no longer live in a pine forest; instead
I planted myself in a white sandy bed. …
Together the king and his court members
ruled Sableia with horrors spreading terrors
beyond the high seven seas of sins. …
Dress up your needs by all means in any style you like but remember not because you refuse to be a bunny you can’t eventually mutate into a puppeteer. We are not guitar heroes to play notes as they are thrown at us from others’ music sheets. …
If I were Alice today, I would rewrite Alice in Wonderland to start not by Alice falling down a rabbit’s hole to be one where Alice stumbles upon an overly filtered plastic human with zero verbal and moral filters. …
Love and hurt are a balance
tipped by nature or error.
Values are nature’s mirror
reflecting beauty or horror. …
Culture is growth until it fractures
progress with duress and fails to impress.
Culture is relevant until made remnant
when it tortures people’s existence. …
Yet only when a heart grows bold to unfold
vulnerability will reformation turn worry
and rejection into love’s affirmation. …
We cast our votes in Incredulous
motions and Bleed our incomes
in the palms of the few elites
who Perspire lies on our Egregious
screens conspiring with Insanity as a means! …
Know the difference between being in love and being in a relationship because you can be in love with someone but you can’t be in a relationship with them. Knowing the difference is key for having a real emotional connection that solidifies a long lasting love life …
Because of her, my heart knows whose lips-
I’ve been dreaming of; because
they tell me, he loves me as we share homes-
our hearts filled with tomorrow’s hopes. …
The trick is not to stick with what won’t stick. Life’s stories are muddy quarries where worries cloud those under and shroud with their thunder bereft memories like lightning hailing pain for rain. …