Pure, barren walls support Interpretations on display, Of human suffering As a way to entertain. Photographs depict restrained despair- Serene creatures gasping for air, Artfully and gracefully mirroring suffocation While guarded by the comfort of simulation. Floors swept clean do not crack While withstanding the weight of Leather shoes. Polished corners dare not… Continue reading Plastic bags.
What is life, more than a collection of interactions? We strive and fight and enslave our souls, bodies, and minds, in order to attain a symbolic level of greatness which we have very loosely defined. If we don’t have a thorough understanding of what it is we are sacrificing our health and innate sense of… Continue reading Here and now.
I am going to invite anyone going through a struggle to do something trasnformative for yourself and change your mindset. If you are experiencing hard times (hard times are always a subjective interpretation of your experience with the world), I encourage you to express gratitude for this moment in your life and to embrace this… Continue reading Mindful
A series of rejection has made me Wonder if there is a connection Between the unfortunate things happening to me And the self that I perceive myself to be. My rhythm is off beat and my gaze has fallen While the world keeps spinning faster And I keep stalling. It’s time to decide, she… Continue reading Composed Chaos.
If we as humans never constructed the concepts of heaven and hell Just another anectodtal folklore to tell, Never labeled humans as black and white, In order to,help ourselves sleep better at night… If we as humans never clinged to dogma and bias Arbitrary rights and wrongs that define us, If we as humans never… Continue reading 3.6.17
Life promises no one a break, No sliver of solace to console our souls. A sigh of relief is not guaranteed After a long, drawn out, ceaseless, fatigue. No hand to offer much-needed reprieve In the midst of our suffering, life surely aggrieves. The light at the end of a tunnel Only shines to exaggerate… Continue reading To live and persist.
Every now and then, as if to find me by happenstance, I come across a woman with an abject countenance. Gripped tightly in her hand is a bundle of wiry willows, Her aurora void of hope, her face sunken and hollow. Desperation and shame breed an attempt to elicit pity, Winning her the label of… Continue reading Pussy Willows