High-ginity

Understood my metaphorical trail of
thoughts -
it was beautiful.
Never really got to excersise that
part of my mind,
it was mad cause
I was ecstatic
to have that side of my soul -
be blown into
existence.
It's like i'd missed this?
Why was my visit postponed?
Now, cause i flow like rivers and skies
I recognised
his intellectual depth -
cause mine was similiar:
was it a destiny?

Can anyone see the beauty in this picture? To someone with a minuscule amount of artistic or creative depth, this appears to be complete rubbish! On new years eve, my friend and I, planned to create a representation of the year 2014 in abstract art form. In the midst of painting our 'masterpiece', we found that the process was highly therapeutic and stimulating. We stabbed splashes of colour on the canvas with our fingers, subconsciously twisted our paint brushes into a variety of shapes, and lightly dipped and dabbed a combination of hues onto the page. When we had finished, we signed the bottom with the first word that came to our heads - "freedom". The meaning of the picture is ambiguous, and overall we are both quite happy and proud of our creation... 

draft of my descriptive prose

The disposition of her body was uneasy. Her mind unconsciously span in transcendent obscurity. It was similar to that of a ballerina, dancing delicately to the vibrations of heavy metal. Her bed was damp with perspiration. Subconsciously she rolled over to the cooler side of her bed.

Imagery of the mind

Splash of fire entwined

By the blue skies

Of the cool night

In her young mind.   

To be continued

Blank.

Most of the time it seems

Like she’s not there?

Maverick

In her own world

No fear.

Lyrical Analyst

They heard the beat

whilst she consumed the words.

Their bodies moved

Yet her ears began to burn.

Immune to the content

Slave to the sound

Take away the rhythm

And digest the lyrics loud.  

Limmericks inspired by 'Appointment at Samara'

There once was a servant from Baghdad
who began to think he was half mad
as death said "its time,
its the end of the line"
which gives us an ending quite sad


To frighten was never the plan
but death is inevitable to man
no matter how you run
when your time is done
Hells hot, I guess you should bring a fan



By Ebony Ashantai