adamrobinson (44)in #poem • 8 months agoThe Spirit of Success (Poem)“I will break the bottle I call myself.” “You speak with blood beyond your body, but moments like these birth the strength of your spirit. You have killed the crocodiles…adamrobinson (44)in #poetry • 9 months agoThe Geography of Creative GeniusDarkness rests in restricted oddity – first days are estranged, weak in spirit. Images sustain the frost, what product can thaw the gate’s lock? No product alas to heat, to…adamrobinson (44)in #poetry • 9 months agoThe ChairThere was a chair – it kneeled in reverence to my despair, bleeding inertia into my spirit. Sometimes life passes over the senses without making a mark, death is a parade…adamrobinson (44)in Writing Club • 9 months agoDeleted PostIadamrobinson (44)in Alien Art Hive • 9 months agoMy Most Recent Piece of Art Hi all, I wanted to share with you my most recent piece of art. As mentioned, I am not an artist, I just like to do these projects as a hobby :) This piece is quite a surreal one.adamrobinson (44)in Foodies Bee Hive • 9 months agoLowering the FatsHi all, Here's an update on my food changes this week. Tonight I had salmon, brown basmati rice, and broccoli for dinner. This is a good example of a meal I am using to lower…adamrobinson (44)in Freewriters • 9 months agoHere Lies Romanticism (Poem)I cannot comprehend the pain of loss, but I can define the quality of ignorance that instigates it. I have no faith left – poetry is mathematics. Romanticism, a lifeless…adamrobinson (44)in Foodies Bee Hive • 9 months agoA Favourite Lunch of Mine & Future Updates To My DietOne of my favourite meals within my recent diet/lifestyle changes. But as of next week I will be cutting out some more dairy and fats (I am keeping the avocados). I'm really…adamrobinson (44)in #poetry • 9 months agoThe Mademoiselle with MelancholiaIt’s a whisper, life. A moment on a mirror, a mark on the mat. The frittering of fortune in the measuring of minutes, as harassed hosts of a hillside buffet. Where…adamrobinson (44)in Foodies Bee Hive • 9 months agoTonight's Meal - Broccoli & Burger PattiesAs I mentioned yesterday, sometimes I choose not to have carbs. But I've decided that rather than eating a larger quantity of high-fat foods and completely abandoning carbs (or…adamrobinson (44)in Foodies Bee Hive • 9 months agoA Recent Meal From My New Lifestyle ChangeFirst Post In This Community. Lately, I have been trying different meals out. Sometimes I choose to have lunches without grains or other carbs, other times I will have low GI…adamrobinson (44)in #writing • 9 months agoCelestial Dance (Poem)Sometimes I am tired of running, running to her -- she who captivates me through eternity; a wholeness unspoken, unrealised. With each passing form I ache, in pain I relish…adamrobinson (44)in #poem • 9 months agoDespite the Approaching Storm (Poem)The approaching storm. I float as a leaf; wind blowing will not harm. Moving closer, all is frozen. Serene. Still. As a leaf, gently touching the ground, wind may blow…adamrobinson (44)in Music • 9 months agoIntroduction Hey all, I am new in this community. I don't make music but have always loved listening to it. I like most genres. I'd be interested to hear what your favourite songs are? I…adamrobinson (44)in #poem • 9 months agoThe Man in The Moon (Poem)I glanced upon a low-lit moon, on a casual night in June. Though that man I never did see, on that night he would come to me. I looked away from that sight, it didn’t…adamrobinson (44)in #writing • 9 months agoHere Lies Romanticism (Poem)I cannot comprehend the pain of loss, but I can define the quality of ignorance that instigates it. I have no faith left – poetry is mathematics. Romanticism, a lifeless…adamrobinson (44)in #poetry • 9 months agoA Child Too Weak (Poem)Thrice I say my heart is blue for in the doorway stands a stolen child holding the cross that bore his future cold. A few pencil shavings by his right foot a necklace fallen…adamrobinson (44)in Freewriters • 9 months agoThe Sympathy of a Stream (Poem)Consciousness is a stream – wholeness, the distorted flow of memory. Broken twigs, scattered leaves – fullness captured in the eyes of moss. Weariness is a butterfly’s…adamrobinson (44)in Freewriters • 9 months agoThe Barber (Poem)There’s a strand of madness in the mirror – the scissors make it shiver. Hair grows to its execution – the mirror watches murder. Falling locks are its prison – the razor…adamrobinson (44)in #creative-sunday • 9 months agoDeleted Post I
