Journal on Passion Workshop

Passion Workshop: The Silent Conversation.

Venue: Zoo Coffee, Tao Jin, Guangzhou.

Date: 2017-06-19

Speaker: Ariana Lombardi (Poet and Artist)

I went to this Silent Conversation workshop on Monday, all by myself. I deserve a round of applause because I normally don’t perform these kinds of stunts especially when I know there are going to be people I have never seen. New people frighten me a lot. The venue was about 20 min walk from my house, only if you walk fast but anyway I took a bus. This Passion Workshop was organized by Global Friendship, a group started by foreigner living in Guangzhou with a purpose of finding artistic something. Continue reading “Journal on Passion Workshop”

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You smile and I have lost the last piece of grip I had held to. I had seldom tasted anything this mouth numbing. You smell like the daisies in the early spring and taste like fine wine poured right out the barrel. I surrender to your breath and melt with your voice. My heart races and all I hope is that you don’t hear it. You look at me with mischiefs planned in your head. Continue reading “Paragraph 56:”

The Year I Met You.

We are too busy in running the race of the world that most of us have no idea about what they want in their life or what they want out of life. We are just chasing it until someone asks us to stop. Then, when we stop and look around we don’t exactly know where we belong. Life is too hectic these days that the surrounding keeps changing yet we never seem to notice the change.

Continue reading “The Year I Met You.”

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I’ll tell you, I really haven’t mastered the art of self-love.

The surreal thoughts dancing in my head hasn’t stopped

waking me in the middle of the night. But I am trying,

I’ve been trying. Even though my insecurities are binding up,

I am accounting the fact that makes me different. Continue reading “Paragraph 54:”

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How does this theorem work?

where the person who until yesterday,

didn’t have any idea about your existence,

gets to decide your worth.

– M A Y U S H

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I loved those pretty eyes of hers

But she would shy away every time

I tried to see.

For now I know,

She was saving me from miseries.

Cause if she would,

I would have known that

I wasn’t the one in her eyes.

– M A Y U S H

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