I hear the voice of God in the voice of my Father I hear a man speak but I know the words are not his When the instructions are laid down repeatedly but not in haste the only emotion that accompanies the voice is confidence that can only be gained From an encounter with truth … Continue reading A Voice
When I work up my spirit into a frenzy till my body cannot match the energy and my soul explodes colorfully like fireworks on the dawn of a year people call new but I am not sure it is that new at all the dance of matter as it flirts with light is what causes … Continue reading Possessed
I just want someone to talk to I just want someone to dream with I just want someone to fuss about I just want someone whose eyes I can get lost in I just want someone that pumps me full of adrenaline with a smile I just want to go on long walks with you … Continue reading Lovelorn!
We treat faith like a Christmas dress worn only on festive and special occasions We go about looking poor a reflection of the society we wish would change for the better and not showcase its poverty We do not have the confidence to talk to people that matter go to the places which will inspire … Continue reading Strip & Adorn
“What is art?” I asked right before starting to type my first letter of this article. “Nature”, answered a beautiful lady sitting next to me after she pondered over it for a few seconds. My lips drew a smile because it was for some reason an unexpected answer but it made a few connections in … Continue reading Rebecca Watts needs to let Poetry evolve.
He found her scrolling down his wall it was a reblog from someone he followed Her words were simple but beautiful her use of imagery and metaphors so vivid Her plots were heavy thick with twists and full of smoke the kind that does not really burn anything He wanted to know her more 'He … Continue reading Anonymous forever
There was pen there was paper She kept turning the pen between her fingers like she was performing a trick then she looked at me as we both held our gazes She wrote down my name in graffiti and signed it with love
I want to tell you that i miss you but im afraid of getting an 'lol' or just a smiley or airing like i have not even said anything of the sort I fear of becoming what i am not Hard, cold, unfeeling The rules of love and affection being rewritten by unseen hands Before … Continue reading Bastion
When we create we live When we create we love the feeling of power flowing through the veins to make something out of a supposed nothing no we havent reached that level of God status we do create out of something out of what no one sees out of painful experiences out of raw emotions … Continue reading When we create…
She dropped into the sofa rather loudly. The fatigue started to creep up immediately from her feet spreading to the rest of her; body. "It feels rather ironic how the alcohol was not having any effect on me but seems to be enjoying being in my system. Oh Annie Annie Annie...Dr Annie" she muttered following … Continue reading heels and confessions