Pasithea Chan

Impressionist who enjoys writing poetry in symbolism laced with philosophy. https://twitter.com/RogueMalachite

Lonely Claim

the ugly writers
I am your time that is up Your story that’s come to an end Your regrets and words unsaid. Your what ifs and maybes. Your whys and cries. Your hows and tries. Your breaking point and last stand. Your surrender…

When Umbers and Shadows Play

the ugly writers
When umbers and shadows play, a peasant blends effortlessly into a landscape standing in the shade beneath a rust clay cottage seeking shelter under tall carob and mocha trees with draping juniper and seaweed leaves.

Metronome Reality

And so my friend you now comprehend why writing is a track where the end spells lack. Like a metronome’s pendulum poetry is a medium that keeps me going down this track and coming back!

Aloof

And as the fires swallowed my cries I opened my eyes to face life’s lies. I closed my heart and gave up tries for a prize: to accept failures without whys and be wise to break ties and move in…

The Whys and Hows

Together with time they etch destinies or chip cares away from minds. Whys and hows are pain's twigs kindling its flame to meet time's hammers.