Flourish; you've proven others wrong. They never expected growth after you stagnated for so long...
Prose: Proof of Growth – 10/06/21
Tag: amwriting
Poem: The Keyhole – 03/06/21
There is no thought involves to access personal wisdom, inhale, exhale, irreversible – the accessible? No. Align with your Incredible. Enter into the keyhole which guards secrets within, past those pearled gates, access is possible if you meditate and ruminate freely. If anything arises [...]
Poem: At What Cost? – 02/06/21
I am mesmerised, I am amazed by the opportunities available, a contented smile decorates my lips, eyes sparkling like popped champagne bubbles, they dart up and within my irises, each glimmer, every speckle breathes life between the silences which exist amidst peeps of delight -- the night, the night, knows well of these. [...]
Prose: Journey to the Light – 01/06/21
My journey to the light is an intention, a focusing of comprehension, the knowing, that being in dimness is not frightening, but character-building. For, if I cannot see with my own eyes, I must be guided by head and heart, arms are my feelers, they stiffen, reach forth. I fumble in the darkness some more. [...[
Prose: A Foretelling Sense of Importance – 27/05/21
I prioritise the things that important, so too, the people in my life. I acknowledge every moment, but I magnify the truth behind what’s necessary or needed. What is unnecessary will fall by the wayside; I must work to the best of my ability to sort the endangered from the general herd. And to understand that people bless me with their presence, with a smile, a tilted upward nod, a wink and a half, knowing that they’re instilling their emotions and feeling, well, this is a sign of their efforts to form a second’s connection – their [...]
Poem: Bouncing Back to Clarity – 25/05/21
And knowing, being aware of the next step there is to take, perhaps there will be loss, maybe it’s required for Heaven’s sake, [...]
Prose: Spells and Magic – 20/05/21
When spells and magic touch our lives, we are blessed by these experiences, allow us to revel in these instances, accepting what has been delivered to our hands or by our sides. [...]
Poem: Speaking with sweetness – 17/05/21
The areas surrounding my bones are brittle like honeycomb, they’re soft and sweet, but filled with purpose, slowly voiding themselves of madness, hush, hush, it's quiet here, my sweet. I do not cry out to be tasted, purpose, like musculature, grows with effort, [...]
Prose: Learning to be Content – 16/05/21
A personal struggle that flits in and out of my life at differing points in time, depending on where my motivations take me or where they lie. [...]
Poem: Unwanted Barbs – 15/05/21
...What happens when my memories cease to be fonder, instead aching for something of real intent, fingertips reach yonder? [...]
