A writer, a shell of desire to devour everything.
A wanderer of the world through self-reflection and theory.
A figure that houses a projector’s beam of information to shine always.
Conversation is only found through the imagination
that has already discovered too much.
When I write, I speak; it makes it harder to find
stimulating motivation
to care and to spread my boundaries;
to be influenced to achieve.
Companions of the art, we communicate
past the normal reasoning of human appreciation.
A trick of light with the pattern of letters;
words that sound better when flexed together.
We live in a wonderland of fools who truly feel what the rest of the world is afraid to.
I “implore” you to be discovered.
I am grateful for meeting new people. <3
Beautiful thought!
Thank you Nandini!
Beautiful poem.
thanks! congrats on the novel
Love this: “A trick of light with the pattern of letters; // words that sound better when flexed together.”
thanks
Great message. Everyone should implore themselves to discover their inner writer.
Exquisite poem like a tree with so many branches with different fruits.Art is art for life.Thank you for liking my post (you were created beautiful)my regards jalal
Such kind and loving words – thank you! I hope that we can both keep creating art for a long while
I really enjoyed your “musing” poetry. Not only descriptive so that I can share your feelings but great depth. Makes one really think about present life.