i don’t have a fear of falling …. just a fear of landing. free birds are meant to soar.
Category: gaining perspective.
thought provoking moments and little life matters that are helping me put things into perspective.
retrenched retrospect.
my heart is exhausted. my ambition lagging behind. but to reignite thy imagination for i am near the finish line. ————- if you read my words what voice do you hear? illiterate emotions disposed. it wouldn’t matter what spoken word you heard. for happiness i cannot spell. ————– i sing the tune even though i…
a repository of aged dreams.
a repository of aged dreams (banked memories); nostalgic files of yesteryear scattered across the mind. but its while searching for that lost feeling, the shadowed face of the girl left behind that i realize it wasn’t you or your heart missing … rather it was me who i had to find.
“the structure …
“the structure of a play is always the story of how the birds came home to roost.” -arthur miller, playwright as i always say even free birds need to come home to nest. who needs structure anyway … get out there and play.
old fashion charm is the way to get into this girl’s pants.
i must disclose that i’ve become addicted to the crass charm and unapologetic honesty of the thought catalog, an experimental digital magazine out of williamsburg, brooklyn that aspires to “shape culture by empowering writers to share their ideas and stories with the world.” that’s the kind of platform i want to shout my words from….
the tasmanian devil (in me).
i love unconventional get-to-know-you conversations. the kind where i ask you random questions like if you could be a muppet which one would you be? … trumpet or trombone? … which ninja turtle best reflects you or your personality? …. what was the last book you read? … if i gave you a one-way plane…
idle crushes.
it seems as though a couple of things have become stagnate as of late: my writing and the fleeting crushes that entertain my heart. in old english to idel was to be empty and useless (thanks oxford). in my life, to idle is to suffer from the stop-start effect: to stop finding creative motivation, to…
the cupidettes.
in my world (as utopic as it may be at times) valentine’s day comes 365 days a year. mad love for all the sparrows each and every day. postcard kisses and a bouquet of words. chocolate-covered conversations and a dozen red bicycles. a cheeky peck to say hello; a tight embrace to say goodbye. to love is…
the yogasm.
as much as i would like to i cannot take credit for this word. i first uttered it about a year ago when speaking to a friend who takes as much release in this meditative form of exercise (yoga) as i do. yes, the meaning of the word ‘yogasm’ is exactly what you think it is (you dirty…
a staccato burst: the power to persevere.
“perseverance leads to a break-out moment.” -beautiful bird xx (warning: what follows is the ramblings of self-induced egoism.) one of my favourite australian utterances is, “i’m over it.” loosely translated: something has become annoyingly mundane or tiresome and it is time to flip it the bird. at least that is my lexical adaptation of it. let…
static confusion. 