It’s time for me to go to sleep.
Started taking inspiration from the poem 'Poison tree' by William Blake, ended up with a poem that loosely (at most) resembles a vial of poison (it's the thought that counts, right?). #poem #poetry #blog
I stood at a cliff, forlorn and emptywherein my strange mind happened to ponderthat life is an unending wait for doomsdaypunctuated by moments of rare chance laughter presented was I in my wild foraychronicled by an unlikely partnerwith eyes the colour of wave-like greyof steely resolve, of the sea beyond her with a child's wonder …
This is something I wrote for an Instagram page. https://www.instagram.com/p/CCXZ9XJB9TR/?igshid=1ul19yq6urkxo (Text):In summer cries the wind that blewFor rains to flood the carnivalWhere seats on all the rides were two.When there was only room for one.
Tried blackout poetry for the first time! Blackout poetry didn't really make much sense to me the first time I saw it, but after reading through a bunch, I figured it's a pretty neat way of sneaking in poetry and super clever if done right. So here's my attempt at blackout poetry, compiled off of Murakami.
Why do we love going to the beach, sitting in the sand for hours, listening to the crashing waves? What is it about the brackish waters that make us forget everything and realise the meaning of 'living in the moment'? Do people who say they can spend their entire lives on the beach really mean it? I don't think so. We feel the calmness of the water because it's a break from the chaos in our lives. We feel the calmness because it's a break from the chaos in our minds. We feel the calmness because we are like hurricanes, like whirlpools, and the waters provide a serene complement to ourselves, despite ourselves.