I am very often; Present in the absence. Awake in slumber, If that even makes sense! I am very often; Loud in my silence, Noisy in my quiet, The sounds of my silent space. I am very often; In the company of myself, Interacting with my brain; Checking on its health. I am very often;Continue reading “Introverts intro (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
Wind to my hair; Air to my wind pipe, Vantage point from which I unwind, My mind rewinds to the poem I ought to type. Spiralling wind; Spiral of dust- Inspiring art; Inspire, I must. Flying leaves; Flight in wind- Yet flies can’t fly In this raging wind! I’m writing a poem; Right in thisContinue reading “Windy day (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
It’s an unusual disorder that has become a usual item on my agenda. I can’t slip a pill of sleep down my pocket after the clock strikes ten. No matter how hard I try to ride on this train it doesn’t go ‘choo-choo’ on these tracks. As everyone else goes to sleep, I awaken withContinue reading “Insomia¡”
At times my thought train just doesn’t go “Choo Choo”. It’s not out of coal it’s just overloaded and so I thought why not share this little thought?
I feel the greatest friends are those that rest of the world can not see.