Tag: Themes

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…

Discovery: Part 3

RIGHT HERE Once ago I thought I knew myself. But that was years ago. I’m me. Though I’m not myself. I see all this time passing by and I think I should be different. Think I need to conform. I clench my eyes shut…

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 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…

Whispers: Part 5

Secrets For Life Secrets Secrets, So many lies. Where they will put you, down down under

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…

Whispers: Part 2

Part of this theme exercise is to explore themes that I am unfamiliar with. I have to dissect them and formulate an opinion, out of that opinion will come small chops of creative work. My ultimate goal is to provide myself a better understanding…