Metaphorous Mind Matter

A fine shrine to adorn words

The dark is silence, sleep, calmness, and all those little lights, thoughts that travel, feelings and emotions, are what animates life – writing is lively.

Metaphorous Mind Matter

And in a heartbeat my ink it cried 
Bleeding words, spilling it over
Spilled ink on immaculate sheets,
And like phosphorus beams 
Something vibrant and colorful 
Came to life, was born —
A metaphorous birth of characters 
Indulged of my mind matter
Farfetched from the gaseous 
The eternal thing from the past
Where chaos is the silence
Where atoms dance lavishly 
Lighting up that darkness
And in a pulsating heartbeat                                                                                    My ink transfused like blood
On all those immaculate sheets 
So as to become concrete words.

Published by Eiravel

Hello everyone, and welcome to my personal blog. This is a self-taught adventure in creative writing, craft that I am passionate about; learning writing and all the stuff that concerns this industry while surfing on the waves of the internet, and I aspire to make a living through selling my own books and blogging, because why not. I live on the island of Mauritius with my husband, my two children, and my muse. I am an eclectic person, love the sublime and the strange; I am also interested in all types and forms of art that please my mind.

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