Tag: Art

Life Stories 

So I’ve been thinking lately. It’s the holidays, it’s cold out and I need a healthy dose of humor. Therefore, I’m starting up another theme-esque exercise. Except it’s entirely different. Though I will get back to theme. Eventually. This new post happiness comes with…

Paint: Part 2

This week I managed to pen out four poems instead of three. New record! Each of the four poems that I wrote, have this symbolic connection to paint. A beautiful connection. It is this bridge that allows people to cross from the present into…

Paint: Part 1

Paint is often over looked. There’s a lot of symbolism that it holds. Often times it is over looked for the simple fact that it is in all of our lives in some way. It’s inanimate. It’s just paint. But is it really? When…

Whispers: Part 1

Since I’m investigating theme I think it’s important before I do anything else to figure out where I stand on whispers.  I watched way too many horror movies growing up. It’s safe to say whispers rarely lead to happy places in the movie perspective….

Theme and All Its Horror

I am not one to explore theme. When structuring a novel I stick to one genre and include multiple underlying themes. With a motif or two. I stick in my little bubble. Lately I’ve been getting this writerly itch. Maybe it’s my time to…

Whisper Killings

CHIRP! CHIRP! Come nothingness. Bloody cries, Dry cut. Stiff trails, Edging the wind. Sins, Spilt from the mind, Doused in fruitless routine. Trees, Giants in frequent darkness. A forest scene, In typical reprise. Day becomes night, Figures become shadows. Shadows whisper, Until shadows scream….

Habitual

I don’t like to think of myself as a habitual monster. I like spontaneity. Having no plans, living in the moment. Breathing in life as it comes. But if you are as forgetful as I am, being spontaneous is a hopeless illusion of another…