Face of Naivete
Staring behind a frame,
Memories of tainted past
Of love without a shame.
I seek my angel from beyond
Where dusk begins to fall,
Our bodies do the spirits sculpt
Of heathen lust, I recall.
Wrapped in a lover's spell
Isis and her prince,
Soon to be torn apart
A Whirlwind of wanting.
The veiled moon is calling
Such sweet and bitter longing,
Of desires and passionate lies
Just a memory...my heart cries.
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Being a professional freelance artist and writer, I love pushing the limits of my creativity, using the powers of the written word and the art of the visual world, to compel people into thoughts and actions.
These are the collection of my creative writing works, some are featured on sites like Helium.com.
" It is passion to inspire that moves me into a writing frenzy, where a brief pause is spent on a moment of reflection on the many creative ideas that can be expressed into written and visual forms... and the journey goes on.. "
These are the collection of my creative writing works, some are featured on sites like Helium.com.
" It is passion to inspire that moves me into a writing frenzy, where a brief pause is spent on a moment of reflection on the many creative ideas that can be expressed into written and visual forms... and the journey goes on.. "