Paper and Canvas(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

It’s all blank; Clear, clean and unclouded- Pure, pelucide and explicit- Yet, Plain.. It is this moment of empty perfection, That provides the room- For artistic creation. It’s a plain plane with room to stain, It’s all just- Paper and canvas. You- are the writer with enough right; To lay your ink, Trace your graphite,Continue reading “Paper and Canvas(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

In my empty space (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I like to be In my empty space; I like to write on empty space. Craft my schemes from the open air, Exist in my time and place. I like to be In my empty space; I like to live at my own pace. So calm and relaxed, Letting only my thoughts race! I likeContinue reading “In my empty space (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Behind the scenes (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Pressure makes diamonds; So they say, Did they tell you, That it also writes content? Did they mention, The stress and the tension That lies in the lies of perfection. Behind these- rhyming schemes, Lies a tale, A breath, The inhale- That ushers in a search- For inspiration stream. Behind this screen; Is a thoughtContinue reading “Behind the scenes (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

A true writer (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

To me- it’s more than words on a screen, I guess nothing is as it seems. I like to spell the word “word” With an “l” So it reads “world”- and I can think of the world, As being a fine collection of words- And I can think of words As being the substance ofContinue reading “A true writer (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

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