https://sparklingtruthteller.tumblr.com/ NumbersGo up each dayA bed emptiedA coffin buriedA second ago they smiled,Everything should've been alright.I cried, as the coffin business sadly strikes the millionaire recordAs the queue outside the mortuary is the same as the one outside the liquor storeThere is no comfort, or an answerAs to how we can survive these disastersThe blue … Continue reading Numbers / poem #Covid19
ISOLATION: Positive & Negative Impacts
Don't tell me you didn't need this. Now go on, and read. ♡ “It’s like you forget about living life and being vulnerable to the world. You forget how life works.” I’m having my summer vacations right now and feeling extremely bored, nauseous mostly. I have spent a lot of time at my home inside … Continue reading ISOLATION: Positive & Negative Impacts
Writhing of the Writers Vol. 2
Sometimes words fail to compile me,Or maybe I've failed themWhen I need to weaponizeI forget not to criminalize I feel as though I've been sentenced my entire lifeIn the sufference of my tongue tiedMy mind couldn't gather thoughtsAs it produced more. Looking at incomplete art and incompetent heart,I feel unqualified as a sculpture.If I cant … Continue reading Writhing of the Writers Vol. 2
Rise above / Poem #blacklivesmatter
There is no time to recallBut time to forgive and forgetQuestion your past,Or live your today.Rise above your ego,The last call to your mind.Make amends with people who've been so kind,Who never wanted to hear you say goodbye.Rise above your fear,She's living inside your home.Tell her to leave, you've fed her enough—You were stronger all … Continue reading Rise above / Poem #blacklivesmatter
Let Humanity Breathe #blacklivesmatter
It is one of the many discomforts to helplessly sit 8,000 miles away from a place facing injustice as your need to protest and take action goes unsatisfied. So, I'm using the platforms I'm signed up with to leave a rebellious statement in response to the world's most lowest moments in history—let's get our shit … Continue reading Let Humanity Breathe #blacklivesmatter
Writhing of the Writers Vol. 1
Thoughts—Like knots in my throat,Engraved on my stone.An eternal curse,Lodged between each duskDreams turn to dust. Believe,And then leaveOn the parchment—Stains of blood,Trust and wanderlust.Echoed never heardThe whispering. On the flamesAs I go,My feet trembleOn burning coal—Yet I move on. Someplace with angel faceBut devilish within,I pray.With each rising day,I begin to eraseJust to fill … Continue reading Writhing of the Writers Vol. 1
Hi! #2020 #coronavirus #letsdothistogether
I'm sure everyone is quarantined at the moment, because of the Corona-virus. The term in itself has a weight to it. So, after doing God knows how many things, I surrendered to the urge of reviving my long lost blog, probably without any certainty of finding any good outcome out of it. But as I'm … Continue reading Hi! #2020 #coronavirus #letsdothistogether
The process #LifeUpdate
Hello reader, I have a lot of difficulty being honest with myself, let alone tell someone what I feel. It seems normal at first but then it suffocates and gradually numbs me. My life is torn into two pieces, half the time I spend towards self-acceptance, growth, self-care and love-- while the other I spend … Continue reading The process #LifeUpdate
Poem / wrecked castle
https://fox-and-lionheart.tumblr.com/post/147139222120/photography-sheridans-art-crown-hysteria She lived in the womb of dreams where most fairies go to die.Lost in deep abyss she seems to be,Accepting fear for a feeling undefined. Dressed in her modest cologne;And pink bows on her chest.Keeping her vows onto herself alone,Pretending to not really exist. White walls and bricks build her soul.Capturing her into the … Continue reading Poem / wrecked castle
Poem / dying roses
I harvested them in anticipationThat maybe they’ll bloom my lifeEach petal could blossom into my creationBut it turned into a deadly dream at night. Came down that way to plead the lordThat I stay his truly belovedGave into the belief that I took and forgotThen your servant came and objected. I could be so wrongI’ve … Continue reading Poem / dying roses