We all are born into different families. We come here ignorant as to what we could become. I like to believe that when I was born, I was born not for myself— because the concept of self doesn't exist at

On the red hill down the street There is a mansion In that mansion There is an underground In that underground There is a passage In that passage There is a room In that room There is a wardrobe In that

I wear a persona, A mask. It doesn’t cover Completely But as a façade Does nicely. I can be conflicted— Or heroic, And while It’s a diversion For you, It’s real for me. I don’t quite understand Passion,

Scarlet Days Eyes gorge, out of the their sockets bullets in gullets as it rains pellets from liberal fingers. we die to die not again flowers on fingers on it written promises to zygote daughters. as

If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud. ― Émile Zola I came to Florida to find myself and ended up being led by a seagull and a bohemian

Image source No one is an encyclopedia of knowledge however little things, little exposure and a little spark of improvisation is what it takes to be a creative person. Truth is, creativity isn't a talent,

Glistening strands that sway and glow at noon in summer, lit by all the million mirrors...

Sometimes I feel good and other times I don't. Sometimes it feels like mundane things are larger than life while other things mountain sized problems don't even scratch the surface. I'm still learning

TORN. Image taken & Manipulated by me oh empress! I can see the sound of your love like a cymbal calling like a siren as it creeps around like a symbol a redness or a green? like a Siamese or a twin?

It only took half a lifetime to learn that I’m wise enough to realize I’m not nearly wise enough. So I lay down my defenses for these were proverbial fences, and fear was the impenetrable lock on the garden’s

You need not your eyes Nor do you need your tongue You need not your legs Nor do you need your hands The lyrics need not make sense Nor is the musician's tongue your business You need not to dance Nor

Rakka's people are captured by slaves traders and he must sell his soul to get them back. is he willing to make that sacrifice or does he have more tricks up his sleeves. The fog seemed omnipresent, spreading

Robert Greene authored 48 Laws of power in 1998. I heard about it before reading. The first law seems like the most powerful and controversial. At first, I read and saw some limitations in the law, but

Describing one's self becomes an arduous task when being told to do so, because the question of true self knowledge comes into play. However, in a bid to keep this brief and not to seem like I'm blowing

When I stared down into your soul through the lens of your own eyes on that blissful night, all I could see was the inception of a dying star, turned into a black hole. And all I could feel was the eternal