Tales and yarns are but an extension of our world. They are an escape from reality, and symbolise our fears and hopes. We pour ourselves into the stories we tell and write, and it is through stories we often speak to others. This blog is a celebration of all stories that I have the fortune to cross, and a bit of obsessive analysis of my own self through these tales. These pages also serve as a writing pad for my own musings - poems, short stories, and the like.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Creative Poetry: Ecstasy - Soul
Labels:
creative poetry,
Ecstasy,
Growing Up,
Kiss,
Life,
Love,
Naked,
Own,
Poem,
Soul,
Vulnerable
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Creative Fiction: Jilting Aphorisms, Yearning Abstractions.
Where to start... this specific piece is very close to my heart. This is mainly because it is the culmination of one of the biggest phases of change in my writing style. This is perhaps where I came to terms with the relationship between structural rules and the freedom to follow my own rules. It also was a gift, and so designed to bring forth meaning. And lastly, it was also my first attempt to write in the form of children's tales, full with tune and flow. Have a good time with this one, folks.
Labels:
Beauty,
Birds,
Children,
Colour,
Creative Fiction,
fairy tales,
Flower,
Growing Up,
Life,
Love,
Morals,
Own,
Song
Friday, August 17, 2012
Creative Fiction: Sex. Trust.
Labels:
Creative Fiction,
creative poetry,
Growing Up,
Life,
Love,
Own,
paradise,
Sex,
trust,
You
Creative Poetry: I. You. It.
Oh my. This is a very interesting poem, given the time it was written. So the allusion is quite naked here (see what I did there?), and free for all to see. But here's the thing, it was written before I had any experience in the matter. Which would make this piece juxtaposed with the expectation of intimacy. Read on, have fun. Maybe I will write on the matter again.
Labels:
creative poetry,
darkness,
Expression,
Growing Up,
Life,
Love,
Orgasm,
Own,
Pleasure,
Poem,
Sex,
You
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Creative Poetry: Sing, Fly, Open Up
We tend to see the world with our own shade of glasses. So we tend to see the beauty that others miss. And often, this blindness to the self causes people to not know how amazing they are - they remain bound by expectations and perceptions. Here is an attempt to shake them of such preconceived chains.
Labels:
Birds,
creative poetry,
Fly,
Freedom,
Growing Up,
Life,
Modesty,
Morality,
Naked,
Open up,
Own,
Poem,
Prison,
Sing,
You
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Creative Poetry: Blind Trust
Labels:
Black,
creative poetry,
darkness,
Despair,
Dream,
Ghosts,
Growing Up,
horror,
Life,
Lightning,
Loss,
Love,
Nightmare,
Own,
Poem,
time of day
Monday, August 6, 2012
Creative Poetry: That's a Given
Sometimes we all need a guardian angel. And sometimes, once we are better, we try to help others. And when we can't, we try to get help for others the same way we got help ourselves. This is an interesting poem for me personally, because this is where I started exploring narrative styles within poetry. This poem doesn't follow conventional standards of any sort. The attempt was to keep free of all restrictions, and find my own style.
Labels:
creative poetry,
Growing Up,
help,
Life,
Love,
Obvious,
Own,
Poem,
Side,
Support
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