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Thoughts: Determinism

In episode twenty-seven of Thoughts, I dive deep into the philosophical standpoint of Determinism. Is it the truth of reality? One must make up their own mind. Enjoy!

Poetry, Random

Album Covers of our Cosmos

This is visual poetry, not brought to you by myself but by NASA. I just thought I'd share it on my website. These images have been rendered in all their beauty for free to the general public; the ones below are my favourites of the bunch. You can find all of the posters by searching… Continue reading Album Covers of our Cosmos

Poetry

Periphery

The walls of my vision split like an atom, bursting a billion stars like plastered plastic barbies reduced to pellets. Gaseous particles bomb the dark for their friends to see, in the cold of an endless night for a tiny fleeting light. My hearing shatters at the point of heart break, falling deaf on the… Continue reading Periphery

Poetry

Strange

Strange it always comes in the night, where all my mind that eyes can't hide reveal the side thought sterilized; a doctor and a mister. Two sides to a coin, once believed one eloign, but nevermore, lest delusion be reborn. They live inside me, fazed to a non-existent centre, inside which I might find peace… Continue reading Strange

Poetry

Open

She opens me up like the warmth of spring to a tulip. It had taken a long time to start crying again; since almost dying in the snow. I melt. It feels so good when it happens, and we make love. We sweat and squeeze. Taste each other. Feel the other’s curves with our hands… Continue reading Open

Thoughts

Being In It

Certainty is an issue with some people. They say that the more you know, the less certain you become about things. Once your perspective broadens from information; academically or otherwise, on whatever subject, the more open-minded you might become. Certainty is something innate. You are either into something, or you're not. And there are many… Continue reading Being In It

Poetry

Up

I race this high, and I don't know why. It feels good, anonymity of a hood. My loved ones shan't know, like discovery of a cove. Darkness shrouds it, as the feeling clouds it. Peace will not hide, what the high surly finds. It must have an end, to this high I defend. One day… Continue reading Up

Poetry

Melancholy Flower Infinite

Paradox. Abstraction. Imperceivable. Impossible. Grandiosity. The raw beyond. These concepts that will never be answered. They lay on those that seek. Is there intention in existence? If there was, how did such to intend come to be? It was intentioned as well, well, what about that which gave it? If not, then why it in… Continue reading Melancholy Flower Infinite

Plugs

A Slice of Deviance

Here is an excerpt from my first novel: Deviance. You can find a link to its Amazon page 'Here'. * V took a seat. She looked a little bewildered. “You feeling anything?” asked Nathan. “I don’t know… maybe? I think I feel something.” He took a seat next to her. “It’ll probably take a while… Continue reading A Slice of Deviance

Poetry

Soothing Edges

When did the sun leave me? The dark is so sudden. It shocks by contrast of a stark blue glow. The glow clicks and rattles quietly so as not to disturb those sleeping. Global communities soothe away the edges. It feels nice to hurt a little, be it a sting behind the eyes or a… Continue reading Soothing Edges