Tim StiX alias Tim Styx. Manic Master of The Internet of Things and The Sober Bard.
Where do you go
When you've given it all
And there's nothing more left to give
How do you know
If you stumble and fall
By Tim StiXabout a year ago in Poets
What is love?
A deep attachment of two or more sentient beings?
A companionship of more than just friends?
Can it be both joyous and painful?
Pale light filters through the drapes of my bedroom window as I drop out of slumber. It must be early because my room is cold and crisp from the cool of sunrise.
By Tim StiXabout a year ago in Humans
What is love but an equal partnership between lovers.
If true, it does not question or blame, it does not compete or accuse.
By Tim StiXabout a year ago in Proof
Albert Ross oh Albatross
Mystic of the sky
Come to me
Ship of sea
Soar down from on high
Master Ross young Albatross
Petals pucker forth like lips
Radiance and bliss
Soft caressing fingertips
A lover's tender kiss
Pink for grace, red for love
Beauty in Prose - Untamed and Free
Her writing sings for all to see
Beauty in prose without predictability
A handsome face
What is the Secret to the perfect image sizing on Vocal?
That was a question that I struggled with when I first started writing for Vocal. In reality, it was not the question that was important but the solution.
By Tim StiX2 years ago in Photography
How to create an Icon / Logo for Your Website
Today we are going to create a Logo with a mask that simulates a bevelled edge.
By Tim StiX2 years ago in 01
Another noonday of bleakness, awake in Paradise with weakness! Where to turn? Where to go? Feel the burn? Earth spinning slow . . . JUST LET ME OFF!
By Tim StiX2 years ago in Poets
Look at my face
. . .
Changing of the Seasons
A human race
At gale pace will breeze on
Now, then, where, when
Invertebrate tombed in the dark nadir
Wrestles in its sleep
Worm of lore, covets gore, brain to bore, tender core
Wrenches free from slumberland