Lost Love Lust

Tags: ponder

• reverse rambunctious redirections.

  Why is it that when you count from 1 to 10 or from 10 to 1 it is quite the same, but when one ages, the older they get, the harder it is to go back.
  In attempting to create art, do we interpret an image from our brain mechanically skilled hands, or do our mechanical [...]

• spontaneous combustion of opinions.

  I would like to discuss a few matters, to put them “on paper” as one would put it.
  Many times, friends and I would discuss religion, and I would be asked what I “believe” in. 
  My replies were usually scattered, and I truly felt the need to put them down somewhere to organize them a bit. So, [...]

• return policy.

  Under the warm water I find my silence.
  No thoughts or repercussions,
  Just the quiet, yet lively sound of my heart beating, and my lungs breathing.
  My writing is nothing.
  My art? Impressive only to the masses that approve at quick glance.
  My soul? Disapproving and profusely rebellious.
  Hidden.
  Shown at rare occasions where vulenerability doesn’t play its typical role.
  I’m a writer. A painter. A [...]

• propriety.

  To innocently log onto this technological piece of paper once more.
  To give out thought, feeling, suppression.
  Like the drawing of blood from the mind and soul, to write is a passion, a frustrating
  yet beautiful obsession.

  Perhaps a flower, that takes much time to fully blossom.
  Often it can show realistic desire, or endless dreams in-accomplishable.
  But in end, for what [...]