Rise

written on 28 January 2018 Source: Emily's Art Blog - http://www.ebleske.wordpress.com Since a child I had a habit of patting myself on the head or heart saying “It’s okay. You’re okay.”  I fell in love with the Moon and its twilight. The Sun and its abundant shine. The sky and all its stars and clouds,...

Fragrances

written on 30th October, 2017 I'm a maple fragrance in an apple cut vicinity. Not too worried about or fascinated by any kind of intertwining, oddly.With the radiance that comes with being toasted in the Sun; Wondering if anyone else would rather speak of tinted complexion and harp players. With their eyes closed in the...

old literature assignment

written on 23rd November 2017 She had jaundice, really, so everything looked yellow to her. The streaks of grey in his hair, his intelligent eyes, his well clipped nails, everything. And he, had a new strain of viral fever. So, her curly hair, pale cheeks and the tiny black bindi on her forehead were all...

written on Thursday, 2 June 2016

Movement Art Dancing is not about showing people what you can do. It's about what you feel. It also the art of being able to make your audience feel what you're feeling just by watching your movement.Listen to me. Don't try so hard. Don't. Shut out your brain. Let your feet guide you, let your...

written on Sunday, 4 September 2016

Lost for good. Can I stop writing about butterflies? About every chord that's ever set things right.Yes it's me I still believe in lights, honey and strength, whatever. Tonight although, let's talk about naked trees. Abnormally shaped branches without leaves. Sit in the middle of the dark and squint for the faint stars in the...

Hollow havens

written on January 1st 2019 Tell me. How many times would you dumb it down for the love to afford. How many hearts will you have to wound and leave bleeding, down to their soul. How many names will raise your glory, when death shows, not on accord. With the rest of us painting our...

Human, higher, heartbreak

Old blogpost snippet 2 - January 8th 2016 [1/8, 12:16] Samhita: There is human heartbreak… Heartbreak that is as old as you are, And then there is a deeper heartbreak. Sort of older and more cruel But I’ve seen the human heartbreak paint over the deeper heart break. Make itself more relative. It makes itself...