It was his only chance He rushed towards the door Impulse was his weakness Thus he tripped onto the floor Knowing who was knocking He wanted to make an impression Little did he realise he was bound By a wheelchair and a confession He picked himself up to get the door To her surprise, this … Continue reading Impulse Was His Weakness (Collaboration)
What do we do when the enemy cries? Do we mock their pains, or empathise? What do we do when the racists scream that they want to conserve their liberties? What do we do when classists steal from those who have less material? What do we do when sexists refuse to embrace others as human … Continue reading When the Enemy Cries
Huxley instead of Hardy Tolstoy rather than Tolkien Why Dickens when we've Dostoevsky? Oi, Kafka! Not Kerouac! Get more Wilde then chill with the Wordsworth Bring in Forster and replace Faulkner ...so maybe, just maybe, we could have a generation with jobs instead of “socialist warriors”. #ReviseHowYouTeachLiterature MG
After years of exploring the Black Hole, I returned to humanity. I tried to speak of this experience with humans, but not everyone was as open-minded. Of course, there were some who took an interest and enjoyed hearing of my travel journeys. Those were able to live vicariously through my shared experience. But then there … Continue reading The Black Hole (Part III)
Through literature and writing, we understand our actions, our choices, and our decisions. Words without actions are...a form of art. While some actions may seem impossible, there's always a thesaurus to shift a perspective. I've encountered fiction that appear impossible in real life, but there is always a way to actualize an idea into a … Continue reading Magic
First attempt at spoken word poetry...enjoy! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltwNDOdlcME&feature=youtu.be
Freewriting, just to follow the flow Don't know where this story goes With a finger and a thumb partially numb Trying to come up with words not "dumb" Somehow, my juvenile, young naive mind Wants to journey through endless space and time But I know that if I close my eyes Yours are the ones … Continue reading Is It You…?