Tag: Poem

In epochs past, as tales were spun From the shadow of the stone to the warmth of the sun Man’s journey forward has begun Yet technology’s tale remains the unsung one. From quill and parchment to the printing press Our thirst for innovation, we could not suppress But tod...

Common greetings in the hood Are what it is, what’s up, and what’s good I’d make it all good if I could Surprising all who never new that I would Squashing all who didn’t think that I should Schooling those who never really understood That just because they’re f...

Myla Morningstar Based on a poem by Lisa Sabre Is it too late to write a new story to plan a new fate? I was still dancing when the music stopped. Are we losing our way, getting lost in desire — leaving bare wire & stillness? Are we losing direction? Can we un-fire th...

Explore Melbourne’s wonders, from coffee dreams to nature’s grace, in a heartfelt journey that unfolds a poet’s love letter to the city.  In the heart of Melbourne, where dreams take flight, I’ll spin a yarn of love and light, A journey to a city grand, In the sout...

Spontaneity and synchronicity were the themes of the day. Being the weekend I knew I had to get out on the trails and hike the rust out of my weekday work joints. But… where? I took out the big map of the area and looked at it on the drive over. So many mysteries on this map, places of enigma...

Strong bulky mammals, Trample around the dried grass plains, The moment they felt safe, They were shot in no time, Resilient armored creatures, A few spotted in their parched homeland, Next to the marshland, That once was safe and sound, Sturdy endangered rhinos, They were right here, ...

When I started out on my spiritual journey years ago, I became very fascinated by the idea of enlightenment. To me, it represented the whole aim of life — a sentiment that I, more or less, still carry today. And one of the very first stops on my spiritual path led me to Buddhism, ...

Another long forgotten blog post made by an eighth-grade version of me. The way this is written, much like most of my old writings, embarrasses me- yet, here I am, posting this on Medium. Over 2 years ago, as an eight grader, I began a blog- one which still has just a handful of articles publi...