"Where are you?" they ask, then don't stop to listen to the response. Well... I am capable of anger. Rage, too, mind you. It is not an anger that reacts to the ordinary, mundane trivialities of social construct, such as religion, race, gender, and class. No, it is a genuine anger, not a projection. It … Continue reading Where Am I Now, They Ask
(True story, biographical.) "How do you know you're at peace?" I asked my mother once, in my teens. She told me "when your masculine and feminine stop fighting each other, when you stop fighting yourself, that's when you'll find peace." So I asked, "which side should I be then? Which one wins?" My mother smiled … Continue reading The Women in My Life
“Write it with love,” I kept telling myself as I nervously tried to muster up the words. Writing from the heart was never hard until I realized how much there is to say, and yet so few words to convey. Perhaps that’s why I resort to poetry, it’s the direct link to the heart, to … Continue reading Write Truth with Love
Write until all that remains is love; Love always remains. Write until the clouds shift, until the sun comes out to play. Write until there is no more anger, no more pain, no more fear, no more anxiety, no more excuses, no more boundaries. Write, and write, and write, until all that remains...is Love. It's … Continue reading Write Until…
Writing is immortality. It is that flux between turning memories and fantasy into reality. You get inspired, you fall in love with that feeling, you want to keep that spark alive, so you write. You write about what inspires you, you write about who inspires you. You write, and write, and write, until you realize … Continue reading Writing is Immortality
Have you ever seen her write? Have you ever just sat, and watched her surrender as the paper devoured her soul, as the pen carved into the unmarked linings of reproduced trees? I have. I’ve seen her write. I’ve fallen asleep to the image of her etching patches of her soul into her diary. I’ve … Continue reading Have You Seen Her Write?
Why are we told that Republican is the opposite of Democrat? The whole system is democratic! Why do people who leave their country to become independent people complain when their country wants to leave and become Independent People? Why do we call them Conservative when there's not much conservation? Why do we call them Liberal … Continue reading The Downfall of Democracy
Friend and Foe There he glazed through the rainy city streets, carefully dodging puddles while avoiding bumping into crowds. He manoeuvred his body carefully, at times shuffling his shoulders to make room for him to pass. It was almost like he had an invisible, metaphorical shield around him to protect him from bumping into anyone. … Continue reading Friend and Foe
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 