Love and lust are poles apart. Lust is chaos, love is art. Love infinite, lust is finite. Love is sustained, lust is short.
By Aiden Meyllo8 months ago in Poets
The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays
Dream the wind over ancient bones sounds of a woman as she moans in tears that fall like weighted stones through the ghost of a haunted night.
By Aiden Meyllo11 months ago in Poets
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them,
Assuming that you are willing to do the hard work of facing your inner fears and working through failure, here are a few practical strategies for becoming more creative.
By Aiden Meyllo11 months ago in Lifehack