rhyme Tag Posts Index

Holy

The heart is becoming impure— when evening or night descends; the morning dew somehow carries the scent and sound of holiness right until noon, yet even after bathing

[ESP/ENG] Hoy entendí que podemos hablar sin herirnos / Today I understood that we can talk without hurting ourselves [Rima/Rhyme]

Hoy entendí que la vida es mejor cuando en vez de ser yo, digo nosotros Que detrás de cada detalle hay un montón de sueños en limpio Que en cada hoja de papel se

Debbie Gibson; No more rhymes.

It happens. Sometimes, things don't rhyme, and it feels like your whole life is falling apart. In this moment, all we see is the dusty cloud, cold, and the sneezing

The Other Monsters - When (V)inspiration hits

Yesterday afternoon, vinspiration returned to me with full force. It hit me so hard, in fact, that I had to recover for a while, after having gotten up on my feet

The Continuing of The Creative - Feeling Inspired

Remember me summoning the Monster of Disco? That was yesterday. It worked. My manifesting powers are pretty strong, these days. It first came to me in a little song,

Stick Figure #1 turns into Sick Figure

S(t)ick Figure Stick figure 1 is not on her stick I hope she’s hungry and not really sick Is she enjoying the view through the glass? At least she’s sitting first

Stick Figure #2

Be aware of the parasite it likes to scare it likes to bite just make sure to not give them your light your energy is its battery don’t feed it don’t try to beat

Save The Children III

If I could stand among you and speak freely I would say not a vaccine not safe not effective I dare not say turbo cancers excess mortality unexpected or suddenly

Bleeding pen

I Sit beside my wooden table Flooded with a thousand thoughts My heart ache to let out all her pains Yet there's little I can say Memories of pain, memories of joy

The Life of Drake

The Life of Drake Illustrated and Written by: Jon Jun F. Ignacio Can we step upon the luxurious moment before today That your heart is pure, refined, outcasted in

I Know Her, Alas She Eludes Me...

'Understanding' art is like having a sense of humour - if you don't have one, no amount of explanation is going to make you laugh. ― Michael Craig-Martin Hello there,

A Pant For A Water Brook

Like a deer pant for a water brook I sat beside the dry oasis Longing for a downpour No little drop to quench my burning thirst No stream to heal my panting soul

Buzzed

Sitting at my computer quiet and alone, not bothering anyone, just minding my own. Then a fly started buzzing around my head. I tried to shoo it away, get lost I

There's Something in the Trees...

I feel a strange energy in this place today It's like being watched... it's like being prey Not sure what it is, I look to and fro Down the path, in the woods, to

Cherish Is Not Only a Word

Pexels / Photo by Frans Van Heerden There was once a time when we all rested Upon a special thought without resentment Where we held dearly within our minds The

Life in two dimensions.

Little Ester walks along, humming to a tuneless song Moving through this flat blank space, that's empty with her imagined place If she is here she can't know why,

Ode to coffee

Coffee coffee Wake me up Coffee coffee Give me luck I drink in the morning I drink at night I shutter my soul With this earthly delight I cannot sleep Sleep is for

A rhyme in the dark, there is only the moon that accompanies the heart

[ENG] The beauty of the moon that I look at when longing is unspoken, red cheeks blooming when will you worship again, tonight is too quiet like a heart that is

16 Bars a Day part 2: First week wrap up

So this is the end of the first week of my experiment with writing 16 bars a day. It has been going even better than I expected. I am getting better at writing what's

Merry Christmas, Motherfucker!

Merry Christmas, Motherfucker! I know you're asleep; cozied up and tuckered. No gift to give but gab; so here we are. Unwrap a rhyme scheme stretched a bit too far.