Eight days on…

the silence stretches, hours have turned to days. dreamscapes doting skylines slowly crystallizes. clarity cracks loudly. trickling tears trail truth reiterated. reality – soft snow showers – becomes a blizzard breaking bodies broken by love’s loss. Advertisements

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Nebula

Boy meets girl And tequila The roof is lit on fire He lies down and counts The stars. She lies down And counts the stars too He starts at Orion and walks Backwards, meets her at Pleiades. Together they form a nebula A constellation of comets Burning brightly But for a moment.

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Guest Post: How to Find Your Muse: top 7 Great Sources for Creative Inspiration

Probably, each of us knows that in any case, even beloved, there are days of failure or days when there is no strength and desire to do anything when the hands fall, and it seems that you will never think of anything more and won’t reach success. Frequently we refer to the fact that we […]

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The bard with no tales

The words stare at me, Stay put, far away, in the Corner of creativity; the rivers Are frozen and the neurons Clogged. I go after them, ice pick in hand, And with blow after blow, break Off random rhymes That fall to the pages and Melt into islands of nothingness. My muscles beg for reprieve […]

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Story wars 1: taking your writing to the next level

seun odukoya/ the underline academy presents  ‘Move your writing to the next level’ may sound like a cliché – but that’s the reason behind these classes. Else, what’s the point? That’s the only reason you’re attending too – the knowledge that you will get something different and worthwhile out of it. That’s the only reason […]

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