Tag Archives: Artist

Writers

Writing isn’t a choiceIt’s a part of you,Tattooed into the DNAPrinted onto every organIt’s a passion born to stay.Writers lead two livesOne in reality,The other on paperYou are the lead roleand the editor.It’s an addictionA drug you can’t forget,Armed with … Continue reading

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Sunsets

A couple of pictures I’ve taken of the sunsets recently with added filters.

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Today I dreamed of tomorrow

Today wasn’t a date It was a change, As the images form As fresh new page. The eyes they melt Right into my core, I could only dream To feel this more. It was a perfect day I don’t want … Continue reading

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Broken art.

Become my artist For just one day, Sculpture me with passion Masked in delicate clay. Paint me with detail Like I’m a masterpiece, Canvas me in freedom Shelter me into sheets. Spray me onto walls With your graffiti art, Frame … Continue reading

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Red ink

I’m not a painterBut a poet,An endless flowOf untouchable ink,Imprinting wordsInto your mind,Trickling aroundAs you think.A vibrant flowOf colour & patterns,Leaving interpretationIn every verse,Injecting my wordsInto your bloodThis creativityIs an intoxicating curse.Filled with emotion,Pain & tearsEach stroke of the penIs … Continue reading

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Borderline…

I’ll shout loudly Or speak softly, I’ll commit hard Or give up easily. I’ll love you hard Or push you away, I’ll be a good influence Or I’ll lead you astray. I’ll be normal Or an utter freak, I’ll sleep … Continue reading

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Blank canvas

Speak the language we only speak The fire of a writer, Leaves me weak. Flames of passion which I crave Electric shocks of seduction, Absorbed into lyrical waves. A masterpiece or a work of art It’s the imaginative way, You … Continue reading

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