Showing posts from March, 2022

A Divorced Child's Tragedy

  A Divorced Child’s Tragedy by Skylan Abraham Never and Always I search the Desolate hall Ways deep in the Shoulders of my mind Exhausted Life and it; problems Torn eyes knowing both Truth and Lies but still ever Unknowing. Years drag; my skin it Cries dreams of high tides a Sigh and loss and Alone comes Spring.   I'd like to know your interpretation, feel free to comment below :)

Do Not Fear Failure...



"Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn." -Ralph Waldo Emerson      If I could round up today's artist's landscapes in just a few words, I'd iterate, "nature and the sum of all its intricacies."       It's through artist Tamkeen Fatima's details and close observation skills (oftentimes going hand-in-hand) that these scenes shine. For this first landscape, it's the reflection of sun on snow; the slight pink, orange, and yellow tones lead our eyes down the center of this terrain towards the sun, pulling us in, seemingly granting us first-person witness upon an inspiring scene.         In this piece, the juxtaposition of the trees complement one another, creating balance: first veering right, then going left, and then finally spreading around as we reach the back of the scene, creating a sense of depth and vastness. This piece feels open, soul-embracing.       From the colors of the ocean (the greens along the shore, the purples and navy


Dynamite by Skylan Abraham They opened their mouths spewing dynamite, with which neither side of the discussion could be heard; making perhaps, an argument, not the latter. Two stubborn men, answers absolute, Right vs. Ignorant. Had a solution evolved? I do not know. I left before I knew. I heard talk of an ending friendship, and pity for them befell me, should I have stepped in? Given them, perhaps, an outsider's perspective? Not for the sake of proving each wrong, but rather providing insights on both viewpoints, and maybe end up saving a friendship? Passive in nature, I am no hero, however small a hero as such an act would make, Disclaimer, I give no perfect judgments, and try not to, for in my mind, it rings, "do not judge unless thee be judged," Yet, from listening in, I saw the issues of both, and felt urged to give an unbiased opinion. My gut echoed to me, "it's okay, you should do this..." Knowing well not to overstep my brain vs my heart, I did not,

The Gift


Learning As I Go

    In the post  I am Woman , I talked about one of my personal 2022 New Year's Resolutions. Today, I want to discuss the other goals I didn't mention then.      Before I state what that is, I want to paint you a picture, based on first-person perspective;           Comparing myself to others was easy. It always has been. When I say that, I don't mean it in an over self-confident way, like they were "them" and I was "me" in a sense that I was better than everyone else, but rather the opposite.       I was just a shy elementary student when I started to become aware of my flaws. It was a really simple thing, but there was a girl who used to poke fun at the mole on my back, and I began covering it. It's not particularly large, just obvious, and I always wore a jacket or had my hair down from that day on. I covered it for a long time.  It was only about the time I hit 10th grade that I decided I didn't care if people saw it anymore. It was just a mo

I've Come Far From Yesterday

  Where I've come from Yesterday by Skylan Abraham Yesterday is only one day, surely, Yet how far do you feel you've come, since 730 "simply yesterday's" ago? Where did you see yourself; with husband or child? Traveling, attending school, living your life mild, or perhaps, traversing amongst the wild? Are you mature, compassionate, empathetic, aware. Yet, conversely a child? Dramatic, ecstatic, "life is unfair," a little less: compiled? The future is uncertain. Yet, one thing's for sure, through every so-called door, or if bold you be... out every window, there lie opportunities, golden mistakes And perpetual growth. Yesterday is only one day away. With it, the tides of change grow less faded. I've come far from yesterday.


 It's okay if you're tired today, but remember:     Image Credit: Marrio31

For Humans, Not People

    (Warning: 18+)       I t's 3:00am and my brain is mush. I've beat it to a pulp, running ideas back and forth on how I should start today's feature (lead-ins have never been my forte in writing ). Admittedly, I find myself rather doubtful of my capabilities today. Will I be able to complete every feature in the time I allotted for myself to do so? I am unsure. I am uncomfortable not knowing what the future holds--all of-- and even this small part of it. I am uncomfortable about feeling uncomfortable. Yet, here I am still, having a go at it. It's hard to accept, that the future can't be controlled-- simply lead.       A t least there are the artists . They rely on me to continue what I promised to fulfill. They cheer me on. I've been thanked. It's an amazing feeling, knowing that others are happy with my work and they feel I have represented them well. So, no giving up; not today or ever. Not just for these artists that deserve recognition, but for me as

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