Without the poetic element in our own being, and without our poets and their great poetry, we would be brutes, or what is worse and what we are most like today: vicious automata of self will.
on poetry
on poetry
Without the poetic element in our own being, and without our poets and their great poetry, we would be brutes, or what is worse and what we are most like today: vicious automata of self will.
A Journey in Buffalo
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am ❣️"- Sylvia Plath
With a Bird's Eye View to Everything...
The Power of Story
Little bit of this, little bit of that. Just strap in and settle in for the long ride with us. Cheerios
Lux in Tenebris Lucet
Life in Words
A Journey Into Self Love/What The Fuck Am I Doing With My Life
Musings and introspection of my heart & soul
If you can be a source of someone's happiness, then be content that you have found your purpose in life.
Emergency lighting for times of darkness and fear
Hope isn't an emotion, but a daily choice.
Just writing some poems. No pics, no GIFs, no vids. Keeping it simple.
insights, deep and fun
Because the ink is the ally of the heart that never speaks
WORDS NEVER DIE
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