Tag: Theme

Discovery: Part 2

Honestly I could spend a lot of time, branding what I think discovery is. But that would be useless. Come show. Go away tell.

Discovery: Part 1

I haven’t picked a theme yet, but simultaneously now I have. Discovery as a theme has a broad context. You can either think a lot into it or a little as you would like to. Which is nice. There is this beauty to discovery,…

Paint: Part 6

On the Wall Go now, Free yourself. These walls take face. Anew year by year, The paint recedes. The drawings appear thy noon.

Paint: Part 5

Canvas Face These lips, Red on. Tan goo, Blended across. Dusted cheek bones, Darkened, And swirled, Blush pink. Lined eyes, Powdered immense. Dewy skin, Come see such a glow.

Paint: Part 4

Feral Time I see it, My life on the walls. These years I’ve lived, Aging in the same house. The years flaking away, Like all this chipping paint. Powder Pink, Fading to 20’s blue. How I see it, By the water damaged door. In…

Paint: Part 3

Taste of Life Flick-ed curl, Almost a scuttle. Wasted dreams, Down by the chips. Love light lost, Shut off by the moon. Eclips-ed bring, My heart, Around the bend.

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…

Painting a Picture

This week has been busy. Exceptionally busy. Busy enough that I shouldn’t be sitting at the computer writing this right now but oh well. Honestly if I wasn’t busy I don’t think I would be able to survive. It’s how I’m wired. Anyway, because…

Paint 

It was a tough decision trying to decide what theme to pick this week.  Ultimately I gave up on the hope of thinking of something.  Later it involved glancing at a garage of peeling paint and exclaiming to the neighborhood birds “I got it!…

Whispers: Part 4

Grave Gossip Cracking whispers, Eerie echoes, Someone knows, Now they’re dead.

Whispers: Part 3

This poem is called Whisper Killings. I published this in a previous post, but I love this poem. I wrote this to directly cull what I see in a whispers theme. Note: Also if you look at the poem sideways it looks like a sound wave…