Do not be afraid, to look inward, into your own deep. The monsters you think are there, are there because you created them. Remember, You are the warrior, your shield is truth, your sword, forgiveness.
I love to draw with ink. And drawing trees in ink is just so much fun. This one I used pens and liquid ink. I have never painted with ink before, so that was an experience. And a good one! I will definately be buying more calligraphy ink, for painting. Are their rules in how … More FO SHIZY
Your words spread soft against my skin like butter. slow and languid like honey. my tongue made thick like many glasses of wine. I ache to curl against your flesh, and let you take refuge between my softest places. I opened like a fresh shell, held in hunger within a sailors palm. . I told … More Feast Of Silence
A year ago, I started painting this tulip. One leaf in, a couple of petals, and I began to feel frustrated. Nothing was going right. It looked, tragic. I could not bare with the failure of my art. So, I picked it up, and tossed it into the corner of my room. literally. I stewed … More Tragic Tulip
A Daily Visual Journal
Valuing quiet and solitude in academe.
Be the change
Thoughts that provoke yours.
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
Live, like the moment belongs to you
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
Feelings that i blend became the story which has no end
Sketching My Way Around the Natural World
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Travel the world, one trip at a time
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
Images of People Photoblog
Self-Management Tweaks (Attorney / writer: Solutions Provider)
poetry by nicolas ryan brown.
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Writing, Editing, Reading and Words in General
