The starting point - a perfect reflection To be:- borne of but simple drops, only to be shaped by the artist’s direction of choosing.- burdened by the knowing that our mirror image holds depths of wisdom we seem to be losing.- resting our fate in the hands of a rogue artist carrying the instruments of …
Water and the air in our skies keeps us alive enough to feel the sadness of their color blue. Acrylic on Canvas, Tape
Sad, little red stain So isolated it remains. What a pity, The hole it dug itself. The irony that the power they wish to consume, would be what leads To Russia’s lonely doom.
Circling the drain,I’m wide awakeIn my sleep. I feel the love of pain,In our words,As we speak. I feel it building now,This urge we cannot tame. I hear her speaking now,“The love we never made In our heartsTo forgetThe truthWe never gave To the partsWe regretAnd hold ontoThe same It’s never leaving us,The wounds we …
All around me All I hear is silence. It is deafening- Except, still, I can feel the sound of my breathAlong with the beating of my chest. I can make out the sensations Of my eyes’ movements Underneath my eyelids - A new awareness I wouldn’t have otherwise had - Had I not been in …
Doesn’t it feel as though, every seven days, time resets, in a way? One might even feel a similar jolt of energy at the start of each day - as we are granted the ability to re-create one’s self after a good night’s rest -Though the nights, not countless -Because - By its nature, a …
There is something magicIn the silence of the night. It falls on us Even if we reject it,And we cannot avoid it.Nor can we move fast enoughIn our attempts to outrunThe weight of existenceIn a world where a light blue skyCan change to darknessIn a few minutes’ timeAnd show us the loneliness Which accompanies the …
Ahka Rhash 