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…

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

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…

It’s A Mad, Mad World

She was once taught to discern the essence of a person by how they treat the people around them If they treat people with respect then they are respectful If they treat people with love then they’re  loving If they treat people with spite then they’re spiteful If they treat people with hate then they’re…

Window Dressing

    Savor the words you speak Ponder on the actions you commit Because if you’re ugly on the inside the outside it just meaningless window dressing       photography by: Malvestida

Spring

  Life is being refreshed New beginnings swirl in the pollen-infused air Some relationships are energized with the brighter days and warm temperatures While others are still in turmoil from the mayhem winter enacted. Photography by: Krystina Rogers

A Solitary Being

  She was strange don’t you see… In this Tinder age Swiping for a good time Setting up a profile to hook a good match She’d been foreign to it all A touch. A kiss. A heart longing for another. She was an alien to intimacy An onlooker to infatuation and passion Was she a weird…

Wasted

    Wasted years Flooding in a puddle of tears Over things unaccomplished and  Hopes unfulfilled         photography by Anh Nguyen