
Ignorant Chaos
“After all, if you do not resist the apparently inevitable, you will never know how inevitable the inevitable was.”
“After all, if you do not resist the apparently inevitable, you will never know how inevitable the inevitable was.”
rich and sweet is the glow that
embraces these failures of the past
“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.”― Pablo Picasso This absent determinationWatches over time that simply refuses to haltIn the face of a starved, diminishing soul.Such creative impoverishment is thisWhere words flee and stick figures reignBreeding an utter lack of books –The kind with sweet, homely pages. Caught in […]
I decided to write about peer pressure for this prompt because the entire idea of it feels like a chiasmus – it’s even more enhanced at college and I find it curious but draining all the same, haha! It’s exaggerated in terms of human beings not being human because the peer pressure I’ve experienced isn’t cruel at all – it’s just an elaborate scheme of masking one’s personality to be included.
The world outside cowers under nature’s wrath,
While words fail to appear,
These thoughts scream themselves sore;
Silenced by the downpour
But forever inspired by the falling leaf.
I came across a weird train of thought the other day while watching a few kids be the happiest they possibly could be at the time – one that I’ve often entertained before. It’s not necessarily true but it often feeds anxious thoughts. It was that growing up takes away one’s liberty to make mistakes as responsibilities start cropping up. There’s nothing wrong with being wrong, but life isn’t as experimental as it was when I was considered a child.
For dreams etched in hearts
Seldom know death
“Without the color, I don’t know how to proceed. I’m lost in shades of gray.”
– Wendy Mass, A Mango-Shaped Space
“Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.”― Lloyd Alexander Past the threshold of pain and onward To a home nestled in the valleys Where prayers soar high and sorrow smiles Grief haunts none for grins eternally shine To a home nestled in the valleys Where the ground knows no tears […]
cherished firsts and fleeting scraps of thoughts;
these cold words – dear, are they
for bitter freedom do I hold when they soar away.