Muse’s Release

Disasterpiece There is no sin and there is no penance. All she wants is to teach you lessons. There's never too long for her to wait, so worry not, it's never too late.  Time exists only if given meaning. The Fate that speaks when you are dreaming, in signs and whispers, sometimes screaming. Open your... Continue Reading →

Disasterpiece

With the best of intentions, we've been chained. Artists grow up and slowly fade - a world full of colors now mostly grey.  Our passion and joy we gladly trade, for money and some accolades. But dollar signs don't validate, and it's still you that you hate. Acceptance seemingly a fairy tale, we decide not... Continue Reading →

I Rose, I Roared

I Rose, I Roared   I am the rose of the universe A destiny of putting her songs to verse I am a bloom and she the stem Her roots feed the beauty I am within   I swirl and twirl in this reality Unfurling the beauty you reflect in me The lies and the... Continue Reading →

Life Imitates Art

Have you seen the whole "Shakespeare wrote King Lear while quarantined thing"? It's like an earworm for me.   It's not like I'm even wasting my time (on the surface). I'm spending a lot of it with the kids, books I've been meaning to read, journaling I've been meaning to do, introspection I've been avoiding,... Continue Reading →

Baby Got Beef

I would like to humbly submit my magnum opus. Baby got Beef by Mahbuttitches Oh my god. Becky, look at her fridge.It is so full. She looks like one of thoseDoomsday PreppersBut, you know, who understands those preppersThey only talk to her becauseShe’s got enough TP for theApocalypse, kay?I mean her fridge, is just so... Continue Reading →

Erasing the ‘t after Can’t

Hello there. Today was my 10th day writing on WordPress. I didn't get a badge, and I'm feeling a kind of way about it. I'm not saying that things like pictures of badges or streaks motivate me. I am saying that today was my 1025 day on Timehop and I just so happen to be... Continue Reading →

What? The Ducking Duck

“I’ve painted so many lies” As woe begets my pen (Oh my....is that.... a typo?)   The neglect of a V A carat addition ^ Or auto-correction Underscoring the need for  This somber reflection    What is the meaning of life and love?   The nurture of ducks Vs The nature of Fu’s   (Where... Continue Reading →

How Monsters Made Mountains

A little boy sat next to his grandmother in their backyard, looking at the mountains all around them.  “Grandmom, why are there mountains?” the little boy asked, his eyes wide and entranced in the way only children can see the world. He had removed the thumb he was sucking absentmindedly to ask his question.  The... Continue Reading →

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