"Pick your moment..." you say. "But you're so much more than just a moment..." I smile. MG You know that feeling when all the days merge into one? When a month feels like a week, a week like a day, all the days are one long adventure that you have no inkling of which hand … Continue reading Timelessness — MG
"What do you want?" "You know what I want..." There is a secret depth, hidden beneath layers of humour and charm, behind eyes that sparkle and charisma of a personality, beyond the allure that lures anyone into her presence. An intrinsic depth, which she -- despite the popularity and immense surrounding of people who admire … Continue reading Depth
You ask me to ‘go with the flow’then I say with a wink,‘yeah, I do, and the flow always leads me to you…’ That flow though… Free-flow, infinite and unfiltered writing where words naturally unfurl. Words that convey a sense of sensitivity and touch, through prose and poetry, written conversation and connection, sweet or silly … Continue reading Free-Flow into Free-Fall
"...to be part of that writing..." It was an unusually quiet day, and I mean unusually quiet in the sense of both inner peace and external silence. It was not a disconnect nor dissociation from reality, rather a reconnection to a passion and inspiration that echoed melodiously in the stillness. In the stillness, there is … Continue reading Intrinsic
(been a while since I’ve shared but recently been inspired to write again, not just from the head but from the heart… but like you say, “good things take time”, and as promised, “always write…”) For me… It had been six months of outbursts and release, sporadic moments of excitement and unanticipated bouts of silence, … Continue reading Submerge, Merge, Emerge
(creative writing, fiction story) here’s a story so convoluted that took place in a place so populated with rats in a rat race densely concentrated here’s a story of the oppressed— the narcissists see, i’d wanted to comprehend narcissists but without experience, all i had was a hypothesis so i delved undercover(s) to experiment with … Continue reading I’d Learned to Blend-in with Narcissists (poem)
(creative writing, cultural observation, fiction story, for a friend) What’s it like to be your kid? To exist merely for academic bids Whose purpose is merely to grow up and work Earn status for the family and that’s his whole world? What’s it like to be your kid? To get A’s at school but still … Continue reading What’s It Like To Be Your Kid?
You sent him a message of choked up resentment Your perception of his flaws with no acknowledgement of yours An entire projection of manipulative assumptions Your subjective interpretation of traits to portray his existence as a mistake Though, without you in the way He has actually been able to change All this while you've been … Continue reading — r i c o c h e t — A Poem, For You
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 