Author: <span class="vcard">Joel John</span>

Screams of survival

December 17, 2018 No Comments

Helvetica Neue. What kind of ridiculous word is that? To be saying that these words are written with that font, quite soothing if you ask me, but the name though. Ridiculous naming system. Yes, I know. A Latin name for Switzerland or something. But still, couldn’t they have given a simple elegant name like Times? […]

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Postmodernism Anatomized

December 17, 2018 2 Comments

The Drowning Girl – Roy Lichtenstein An ambiguous splatter of paint, or semi-connected lines that resemble something obscure, or layers of unfiltered coloured oils struck over the thick canvas that absorbs it for an indefinite number of years until it, God forbid, perish due to mishandling, or lines of indefinite patterns that questions the very […]

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The Caged One

December 17, 2018 2 Comments

Me: The air was calmly aloof. Satisfying. My biceps flexed along with its comrades. My hands drew back into an arc with the weight of the bowling ball. The swing was imperfect, that, I knew. My weak masculine figurine pushed its strength to throw the ball. The yellow decoration lights and graphic arts around the […]

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The act of perception : Part 1

December 17, 2018 6 Comments

It is often the misconstrued that the ‘different ones’ are actually suffering from some mental illness. It may seem like the older customs and ideas were obliterated over time, but the thoughts are still lingering on the feeble, fragile minds of the wanderers in the present day. The divergent ones are still considered queer, odd, […]

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1nt3ll3ctu@l.org

December 17, 2018 2 Comments

The purposeful beings of entirety holed into the walls of lower self-esteems are, sometimes, the ones that brave the world. Taking into their wilful, intellectual arms of might that hath seen more deaths in visions than in real life, experienced more atrocities unspeakable, born anew many a times within, they fly, fly beyond the flyable […]

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The wounded medal

December 17, 2018 2 Comments

As close as berets and machine guns go, the Claus has pickets and witty ones for. Round and round the tip curve lead. Flat and round the base turned and fed. Into the line of sight the moving ducks bide. Through the iron sight, the eyeing mucks wide. Cleansing the field, pillages and weeding yet […]

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Destiny

December 17, 2018 3 Comments

The twining branches of the trees tightened its hold as the hot wind picked up while the summer sun heated the ground with its hellish flares. Lands were unquenched and parched. The leaves were all gone or never existed, no one knew which. Beyond them lay flat land that stretched out to the cliff top […]

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The besotted proposal

December 17, 2018 35 Comments

The besotted proposal A tranquil being Of solitude and loneliness. Broken, faded, and braided By the world around. Into a determined soul I was molded long back. But barely I remember the times Aback. For not him, I am anymore. Lost to the world, In a war of the words. I yearned for you From […]

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The God Toy Chapter 3 – Prisoner

December 17, 2018 22 Comments

Chapter 3 Prisoner   The thick greens absorbed all the light that reached them underground. It didn’t matter now as the barely visible sun dunked beyond the unclear and radiated lands. The explorers’ group had returned later that night. They were greeted by the chief and a few others, who were surprised to find their […]

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The queen’s capsicum

December 17, 2018 7 Comments

(The following piece of work is a bunch of gibberish crap that has nothing to do with anything. So, please do not read it. Why did I post it? I don’t know. Do not ask me. I barely have a clue myself.) For long they waited, the majesty’s pick. Never did they realise, she took […]

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