numostanley rebloggedebingo (71)in Speak Peace • 4 years agoToday 25 years agoWe all are born into different families. We come here ignorant as to what we could become. I like to believe that when I was born, I was born not for myself— because the concept…numostanley rebloggedgandhibaba (74)in OCD • 4 years agoLook Before You Leap - An Original PoemOn the red hill down the street There is a mansion In that mansion There is an underground In that underground There is a passage In that passage There is a room In that…numostanley rebloggedjohnjgeddes (77)in #poetry • 4 years agoMan of MysteryI wear a persona, A mask. It doesn’t cover Completely But as a façade Does nicely. I can be conflicted— Or heroic, And while It’s a diversion For you, It’s real…numostanley rebloggedjosediccus (81)in OCD • 4 years agoScarlet Days. (An Original Poetry & Photo Manipulation)Scarlet Days Eyes gorge, out of the their sockets bullets in gullets as it rains pellets from liberal fingers. we die to die not again flowers on fingers on it…numostanley rebloggedjohnjgeddes (77)in #writing • 4 years agoFinding Me ...FinaleIf you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud. ― Émile Zola I came to Florida to find myself and ended up…numostanley rebloggedjosediccus (81)in Speak Peace • 4 years agoOn Self Discovery, Doggedness And Articulation.Image source No one is an encyclopedia of knowledge however little things, little exposure and a little spark of improvisation is what it takes to be a creative person.…numostanley rebloggedd-pend (75)in Natural Medicine • 4 years agoSilken handsGlistening strands that sway and glow at noon in summer, lit by all the million mirrors...numostanley rebloggedbelemo (78)in The Ink Well • 4 years agoI'm just an old soulSometimes I feel good and other times I don't. Sometimes it feels like mundane things are larger than life while other things mountain sized problems don't even scratch the…numostanley rebloggedjosediccus (81)in The Ink Well • 4 years agoTORN. (An Original Poetry + Original Image Manipulations) .TORN. Image taken & Manipulated by me oh empress! I can see the sound of your love like a cymbal calling like a siren as it creeps around like a symbol a…numostanley rebloggedericvancewalton (79)in #poetry • 4 years agoPerennial (Original Poetry)It only took half a lifetime to learn that I’m wise enough to realize I’m not nearly wise enough. So I lay down my defenses for these were proverbial fences, and…numostanley rebloggedgandhibaba (74)in GEMS • 4 years agoForever Remain Silent ─ A Flash FictionNow, the gaze of the chubby, grey-headed priest conducting the wedding ceremony fell upon the congregation. For a short while, he gave us a rather stern look before he asked the…numostanley rebloggedgandhibaba (74)in Ecency • 4 years agoGood Music - An Original PoemYou need not your eyes Nor do you need your tongue You need not your legs Nor do you need your hands The lyrics need not make sense Nor is the musician's tongue your…numostanley rebloggedlightbringerhex (45)in #fiction • 4 years agoRakka Of Rivers (African Folklore) CHAPTER 1Rakka's people are captured by slaves traders and he must sell his soul to get them back. is he willing to make that sacrifice or does he have more tricks up his sleeves. The…numostanley rebloggedtykee (73)in GEMS • 4 years agoRobert Greene 48 Laws of power. Rule 1- Never outshine the master. Is it a rule to follow?Robert Greene authored 48 Laws of power in 1998. I heard about it before reading. The first law seems like the most powerful and controversial. At first, I read and saw some…numostanley (45)in #introduceyourself • 4 years agoIntroductory post: Cataloging an Enigma. Describing one's self becomes an arduous task when being told to do so, because the question of true self knowledge comes into play. However, in a bid to keep this brief and not…numostanley (45)in #poetry • 4 years agoA LOST SOULWhen I stared down into your soul through the lens of your own eyes on that blissful night, all I could see was the inception of a dying star, turned into a black hole. And all I…