…Blank Stare…

By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)

Level: 1

(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)

Blank…that’s all I see

I’m staring but my sight has been zipped into a space only consciousness knows

My stare is as straight as the ruler that measures the shape of my worries bouncing off the geometric walls of thoughts

I become one with my thoughts, a prism, gliding through the planes of life trying to find a balance Continue reading →

…The Canvas…

By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)

Level: 1

(4 votes, average: 4.75 out of 5)

I paint the canvas red

Color so bright and daring to blind your imagination

Crimson, deep and rich in liquid agony

By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)

Level:1

(3 votes, average: 4.33 out of 5)

The well is dry, the water bucket returns….empty

Perhaps the water level is far too deep that the rope dragging this explorative bucket is too short

Ok, another knot is added to this rope, it may make a difference

Still, nothing. Emptiness.