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… Read More
The bird wanted the fish to feel How free it was to fly He plucked the fish from the sea And got angry when it died… MG [Moral] Acceptance and cooperation The bird is freest… Read More
“The person who wrote this Permitted me to post it But only on the premise That I keep the name anonymous” Letter To A Lover I’m writing this knowing that you probably won’t read it, and even if… Read More
He was a trendsetter. He wrote about himself, and they all wrote about him. So he wrote about her, and they all wrote about her. Then he wrote about them, and they all left. None the readier. … Read More
To You: I never did get around to telling you why I was disappointed, did I? I suppose you never stuck around long enough to realize I actually am capable of emotions. At least, I seem to have… Read More
I have an eye for words and an ear for music I see colours of the rainbow but not shadows on the streets An artist, I am not, but a creator, that I am Yet you, my dear,… Read More
When the Enemy Cries
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… Read More
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Posted on November 16, 2019 by Mikavelli (MG)
Creative Writing, Poetry, Social Commentary, True Story
creative writing, emotion, empathy, hong kong, literature, metaphor, poetic justice, poetry, psychology, reflections, social justice, truth
Free
The bird wanted the fish to feel How free it was to fly He plucked the fish from the sea And got angry when it died… MG [Moral] Acceptance and cooperation The bird is freest… Read More
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Posted on November 3, 2019 by Mikavelli (MG)
Creative Writing, Poetry, Social Commentary, True Story
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Obsession
“The person who wrote this Permitted me to post it But only on the premise That I keep the name anonymous” Letter To A Lover I’m writing this knowing that you probably won’t read it, and even if… Read More
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Posted on July 10, 2017 by Mikavelli (MG)
Descriptive, Letters, Romance, Social Commentary
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Think About It
He was a trendsetter. He wrote about himself, and they all wrote about him. So he wrote about her, and they all wrote about her. Then he wrote about them, and they all left. None the readier. … Read More
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Posted on June 30, 2017 by Mikavelli (MG)
Descriptive, Poetry, Social Commentary
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Memory, or Dream?
To You: I never did get around to telling you why I was disappointed, did I? I suppose you never stuck around long enough to realize I actually am capable of emotions. At least, I seem to have… Read More
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Posted on April 22, 2017 by Mikavelli (MG)
Creative Writing, Descriptive, Letters, Poetry, Romance
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Work of Art
I have an eye for words and an ear for music I see colours of the rainbow but not shadows on the streets An artist, I am not, but a creator, that I am Yet you, my dear,… Read More
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Posted on February 24, 2017 by Mikavelli (MG)
Creative Writing, Descriptive, Letters, Poetry, Romance
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Dark Side
I entered the Dark Side Leaving a crack for your light You didn’t shine And for the first time I saw not with my eyes But with my heart ~M.G.~
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Posted on January 14, 2017 by Mikavelli (MG)
Creative Writing, Poetry
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