I always like to ask people how they would describe a colour to a blind person.
“Green is touching the grass and facing the wind as it messes with your carefully done hair and laughing out loud.”
“Yellow is smiling so much your cheeks start hurting. Kissing a daffodil.”
“Crimson is being in love, being passionate, being intense.”
Tag Archives: memories
Small Stars- poem
This is a poem about two young lovers, walking along the pier in the evening. Their love is exciting, bubbling, and shy but somehow they’re both nostalgic for the moments they’re experiencing that evening.
when they tell you to immerse yourself in art- poem
should I let the waves of colour and composition
pull my feet out from under me till i fall to the
wet sand, heavy with honeys of hues and tints of timber?
Relief- poem
There is joy. After scouring the desert of lifeFor years- in hopes to stumble upon the sea;After finding mirage upon mirage And coming close to losing hope-The sweet touch of salty water embraces you. For a second, you know- there is joy. One second is all it takes to offer Visions of life waiting for …
quirks- a poem
i’m where i started, and where i’m going,and the experiences that have made mewith the people that have moulded me. i’m songs on repeat and full volume,and a head full of dreams i wonder i can chase. i’m also fragments of words trying to coalesce into senseand stars still stitching themselves into constellationsand i’m someone …
The Tells of Life- poem
Life is feats, feasts, and fleeting. Filled with a shot of morning expresso and juice,War and peace.Life is trust and betrayal,Young and ancient,Surprising.Life is annoying alarms at 6am, blurred photographs, wet newspapers, broken dreams,Smuggled in with comfort and curiosity.Life is fascinating, forgetful, feared.Ringing with songs in the shower, crunching of autumn leaves, beautiful harmonies,Piece by …
Don’t Forget
It gets scary sometimes, when you try to repeat something again and again. You say a word twenty times and it sounds like gibberish. You walk the same road often and you forget you’re walking. You read the same sentences, hear the same phrases, feel the same feeling, so many times, and you forget why …
Good Things
We all label some events and memories in our lives as the ‘good things’. Once we pass them, we tell ourselves that the good things ‘never last’. That they were meant to go, we were meant to find new ‘better things’, till the whole process repeats itself. But don’t the good things last? If you …
Made Of- poem
We are made of stories.
Of memories of moments.
Of blossoms that yearn for ink and paper.
Of hearts that pump out instants and lifetimes.
Spectate- poem
This is a poem about how we wish to go back and go through our life. How we want to uncork the bottle of emotions built up inside of us, and let everything flow.
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