It had been years. My creative self, hidden, ignored and dusted, solemnly approached, wandered from one thought to another. Waited in anticipation to be touched upon. Yet, here I laid, disillusioned, content with the course my life was embarking upon. Fooling myself with the belief that this was the focused me, aiming to reach for the skies. (c) boringbug Continue reading Touched Upon
There’s a dead friend in my closet that no one ever liked. I know they are still there. But, I ignore it until someone brings them up again. I evade the question as if I did not understand them. As if their bones did not crumble when I touched them. As if I did not take their soul when I told them. Guilt falls over … Continue reading The Dead Won’t Leave
It was a bright day in April, the clocks were striking noon. The dark figure swiftly made his way through the narrow alley in an effort to escape the summer wind. Slipping through the wooden doors of an old dilapidated mansion behind, he entered along with a swirl of gritty dust. The mansion hallway smelled of a ragged mat. At one end of it a coloured … Continue reading The Man In A Portrait
I saw a creature, hidden in the dark & brazen in light; stomping at me & stepping on me, laughing with me & walking with me, supporting me & holding onto me. No! It ain’t my shadow! I saw this creature, running with me & falling with me, jumping on me & crouching on me, following me with all its soul; It’s still ain’t my shadow! … Continue reading The Chasing Shadows
Respect is usually understood as a courteous regard for the feelings of others. A sense of admiration for someone, admiring the act of someone or something, or conduct representative of that esteem where you regard someone in a higher sense. Something that cannot be accorded… Continue reading What Is Your Idea Of Respect?