A poem on a blind man, and his literal blindness compared to our metaphorical blindness.
Every now and then, I write about self-love and happiness. Here is my second 'How to' guide for it.
Addictions and lies. One can be addicted to the wrong things. Here are some of my addictions. I'm addicted to coffee. There are more dirty mugs in my sink and empty coffee bottles in my dustbin than the number of people I trust. The first conversation I have in the day is with a steaming … Continue reading Addictions and lies.
Wake up call. More often than not, I've slept my problems away. My problems have been Like a beast in the dungeon, Like a dragon in the caves of the tall golden mountains that echoes like my mind. I've used sleep as a defense mechanism, and defeated such dragons, over and over in my dreams. … Continue reading Wake up call.
This is Submission ELEVEN of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. Stillborn there was nothing–no sound no movement no hopeone night you were boldly with me, and the next morning, gone unexpected and torrential in its suddenness and cruelty. i sleep and breathe … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (11)