I travel to the bay on a beetle with yellow eyes and a red tail, through rivers of red and gold, and rolling waves of cement… I approach the man-made forest.
A thousand tree trunks rise into the sky. They’re only five feet apart, barely space to walk, barely space to breathe.
An elegant beauty where a thousand tree trunks are lit by fireflies in the dark blue sky.
People, like squirrels, live in the trees. People, like ants, swarm at the base. I, like a fluttering bird, watch mesmerized at the organized chaos between squirrel and ant co-existing in the crowded forest.
It was a moonless night on the Las Vegas strip. The pleasure hotel was hidden behind a magical mirage of smoke.
The stripper who looked like an angel looked in the mirror with regret. Her face glistened under the candlelight. The flames danced in her eyes – her eyes smothered with mascara. The rose she held in her hand glistened with her teardrops.
Petal by petal, the rose fell – Her regret reflected in the glistening mirror. Her face was that of oblivion. She struggled to breathe under the smothering smoke.
There was never pleasure. There was always regret. The angel stripped away her clothes and disappeared into the smoke.
The hotel smothered in flames, burned to the ground hidden behind the mirage.
There was never pleasure. There was always regret. Nothing glistened. Nothing glistened in the moonless night.
(poem based on a writing exercise using repetitive keywords)
Happy New Year everyone! Sorry, I’ve been slacking off on my blog posts these days. Anyhow, I will ring in 2019 with some creative poetry. I came across this poem by Abdullah Shoaib from a friend’s post on Facebook and was inspired by the concept.
When you read the poem from top-down, the narrator has a low self-esteem, but if you read the poem from bottom-up, she is comfortable and confident. This structure of displaying opposite messaging does take some careful crafting, so I decided to try one of my own as well =) I hope you enjoy both poems and I encourage you to try one of your own.
I was a little behind on Day 5 of Inktober, so I had decided to combine the themes from Day 5 and 6 into a single drawing. The themes were “chicken” and “drooling.” I hope you enjoy the poem that I wrote to accompany it.
Stomach growls with hunger Staring at the roasted chicken Glistening in the store, He salivates on the window.
I apologize as it has been a long time since I posted any poetry here. To add a little inspiration for myself, I decided to write short poems based on drawings I did last month for Inktober. It is turning out to be quite fun, so I hope you enjoy them The first poem is based off of the word “poisonous”
Her body sprawled on the jungle floor. Her legs turned black and blue. The snake… slithered away.
Here is another poem I wrote for “poisonous”
Carpet soaked with red wine, she lay motionless on the floor, broken glass scattered by her side.