Art by Kovacs Anna Brigitta Tinnitus screams a hymn, hear me sing. Heart shrieks in rhythm, as you parade through my skin. Hands fall cold nevertheless, for voices but infest. March through then, through hollow cold bones again. Cowering behind little rocks, I stray from the flock. Solitude sits within, … Continue reading Haunted
Art by Alexandra Loesser Come find me sighing behind burly bushes, soaking earth with blood, foaming at the mouth as my heart rushes, clawing deeper into rainy mud. Howling at a distance, I hear a call, of hyenas starving, fuming with rage, and there's another, I hear them all, foxes snarling, ready to … Continue reading Hyenas and Foxes
Art belongs to its respective Artist UPDATE : I am sorry if this article hurts the sentiments of others. I wrote this in a fit of rage over how the media and my parents reacted to this mishap. I would take this down but it would be considered as hypocrisy. I don't have anything against … Continue reading Blue Whale
Unrestrained, unchained feelings. If it hurts anyone's sentiments, so be it. Why does it have to be this way? With everything having crashed down already, with all hopes dead, with hatred breeding where once love sat, why does it have to feel this way?There's frustration pulsing inside of me, anger throbbing hard enough … Continue reading The sun in my life
The boy who sought, treasures and troves both, letting go of worldly bonds, he set sail on uncharted roads. Strolling to distances far, from sun to galaxies beyond, a vagabond of the stars, a survivor perfectly honed. The only land belonging to him, lay stuck under his shoes. Mountains deflowered on a … Continue reading The boy who sought
Remember that evening when, the caramel hues of the sky matched your skin? Glistening under the summer sun, wickedly calling me in? Flowers bloomed at your footsteps, bloomed around your temples, vines climbed onto your flesh, garnishing you with a beauty matchless, sun burning, bracing your bodice, breaking your innocence, chiseling your geometry and … Continue reading My Sweet Summer Sun
(Illustration by Carmen Moser ) Hey, why do you hurt so much? does it pain that much? it is understandable, bud but why do you hurt others? do you feel their sighs and tears will fill your scars up? what makes you feel better? making others feel happy or insulting them to … Continue reading You aren’t lovable at all
(Art by Alfons Mucha) Where resides the Pole Star? the only one to have held my hand, the only one to have brought me this far, which perhaps now lies buried in mounds of sand, invisible and forgotten, losing the genial war. Doth my destiny lie engraved on these stars, or do … Continue reading Pole Star
(Art by Manzanedo) Can someone hold me tight for once, hold all my broken pieces together, hold me from falling all over the floor, hold me tight so once again I can heal my own self? Now I understand that I have turned my blog into something highly cringe-worthy but if it means … Continue reading I know that I can’t do this on my own.
(Art by Edvard Munch) At the end of the day, you will always find me here typing gibberish that makes sense to no one but myself, in desperate attempts to brew art out of words by arranging and re-arranging them in accordance with their rhyming patterns, syllabic constitution and literal meaning. If my … Continue reading It all just brings me back to one question- Why does it hurt when it shouldn’t?