Tag: #reading

• Lists

  October 10, 2023

  Random Thoughts

  #blogging, #poems, #reading, #spilledink, #wordspill, #writtenword, Poetry

  Anyone else feels like the human race is of late becoming a supernova of crap? A shit show if you will. Or maybe that’s just me. Anyway, ignoring the pathetic state of the world, I was going through the lists of things I needed to do before the end of this week (along with occasional…

• Butterfly

  October 3, 2023

  Poetry

  #blogging, #poems, #reading, #wordspill

  I do not look much like a butterfly, If I were to fly, I’d be more of a blimp, Been going through my own phases, Metamorphosing I may not glide like a butterfly, Gracefully, I’ve always favoured the snail, But still with a purpose, I was born to love, I am not colourful, I’m shades…

• Lost

  September 23, 2023

  Random Thoughts

  #blogging, #poems, #reading, #spilledink, #wordspill, #writtenword

  Feeling like a frightened little star among trillion shinning ones. Well, I shall fret not, tis part of this journey, I think. With that said, I have no literary brilliance or polysyllabic words to share with you today but, if you might care to share a tear, or a smile, a heart, or a dream,…

• Presence

  September 20, 2023

  Poetry

  #blogging, #poems, #reading, #spilledink, #wordspill, #writtenword

  Comfort clothed in Music A film silence Loved ones, Chaos of a city Serene a top a mountain Laughter The hush of morning The crickets at dusk The space……between thoughts Where God resides.

• Question

  September 18, 2023

  Random Thoughts

  #blogging, #poems, #reading, #spilledink, #wordspill, #writtenword

  Do you ever sit and realise how not okay you are? And that there’s nothing, in that particular moment, you can do about it other than sit and feel it. All of of it? Sometimes I have these random racing thoughts that I just can’t get away from. Other people’s opinions of me, the state…

• Parts of Me

  September 17, 2023

  Poetry

  #poems, #reading, #spilledink, #wordspill, #writtenword, Poetry

  I can fold, enter the rabbit hole of words, books, stories. Disappear for a time, Emerge alive…. ….Rip words off the tattered pages, Splatter them on spotless parchment, What’s left, The dregs; Are me. Parts and bits, Of me.