Author: bimri

Author of “A Picasso”.

19
Apr

The little grey cells

Insanity. That’s how I sum up these avalanche of thoughts, that have triggered a wave of habits, which have altered my behaviours and soon, what’s in jeopardy is my personality. What’s creeping into my bones is a distilled form of insanity. The purest form you can think of, the deadliest poison that seeps and erodes the […]

2
Jan

These Orisons we have

Ours will be Orisons, said on Occasions without end, openly On odd days, never letting others       Determine our own way. There on Orion, where the heavens lie These prayers said long without end Get lifted up, as sweet incense        And changes the scenery there. With boldness, one foot after the other We march, […]

19
Dec

What is meant to be; Becomes

Painters paint, poets rhyme poems and prose too. I wish I had a chance to win you over. This floodgates from my heart need to be closed before I drawn in my own sorrows, from this feeling consuming me from the inside out. You are gone. Not that you where here to begin with. But, […]

25
Nov

The Insides

Take all that I have known Lord and break it into rudimental pieces and scatter them into oceans lying there on extraterrestrial universes where yonder lies. I am at loss of wits and courage to confess my feelings for this mortal being on whom our encounter has yet been reunited. Not that she sees it […]

9
May

Intro to bimri’s writing (world). 

“I never tried to prove nothing, just wanted to give a good show. My life has always been my music, it’s always come first, but the music ain’t worth nothing if you can’t lay it on the public. The main thing is to live for that audience, ’cause what you’re there for is to please […]