What Will Remain

A deep thinker and a silent observer taking it all in, wondering why humans fight over things that’ll fade away during the duration of time Bodies will wither back to dust Money will deflate to tethered scraps Status will crack like droughted ground and the blood of the hereditary they tried to keep sacred will…

Scrivener’s Disease

Transfixed with a purpose A vision planted in the soul upon creation To author someone’s favorite novel A daunting dream, they know An all-consuming, Time devouring, Life claiming dream The ‘want to quit‘ is a notion that skips hand and hand with them To stop and move on Live a normal life Where the words stop…

2019 Motto

  The New Year is here Reset your mind Laser in your focus Be the best you you can be without causing harm to  another   Photography by: Spenser Sembrat

A Lover’s Embrace

  A touch upon the skin Easy and gentle Warm and sincere Has the power to push a magnitude of troubles out of realm       Photography by: Sahin Yesilyaprak

Starving Artist

Hunger kills creativity Eat a cookie Grab a carrot Feed the mind Fuel the art     As creators—writers, painters, illustrators, or artist we forget that our minds need nourishment so, remember to eat something even when the words are flowing and the strokes are smooth.        Photography by: Rawpixel

Delight Evades

    Delight abandoned her Disappointment embraced her Falling asleep in despair Waking up in melancholy           Photography by: Actionvance

Until It’s Won

A part of me wants to give up To stop Wave the white flag in the air and fight no more Surrendering seems quite appealing Doing good is difficult Doing the right thing is laborious Everyday can be a struggle to not give in To stop following the rules Resign from the fight Why keep…

Your Place

    The past is over The future has yet to begin Remain in the present It’s where you belong       Photography by:  Judeus Samson

Collect

  Collecting memories Time is too short For Anything else       Photography by: Laura Marques

A Sickness of Man’s Creation

An illness is ravaging the land Spreading not by coughs or sneezes nor by the touch upon skin This sickness is dispersed by words Constructed from faulty ideals Reinforced with erroneous theories And solidified askew doctrines This pathogen doesn’t tire the muscles or inflict one with a blistering fever But it has slaughtered many because…