Weekly Photo Challenge: Focus

Indeed, it’s been a while since I did a WPC!

Here’s my interpretation of this week’s theme, focus, where I focused my SII camera on this watch-necklace, although there’s my painting at the back, which I’m almost done with by the wayūüôā

time focus

Time is ticking away.

And there is school.

And there is art.

But Time is more powerful. It is above them all.

While we can catch up on work, we cannot catch Time.

No, we cannot catch God.

So what’s your interpretation of ‘focus’? Feel free to share it in the comments below!

An Evil Nymph.

The Most Dangerous Thing About Love

Here’s this week’s Picture it & Write! I’m sorry I’m late!

locker schoolMaybe I was too late.

Maybe I had noticed it too late.

The most dangerous thing about love was that it could deprive you of all your senses, all except the one deep inside of you: that of your heart. When trapped within its unyielding grasp, it would hug you so hard that you would feel the loud drumming of that central organ of yours; it would suffocate you and hypnotize you…

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Burnt And Cold: A Poem

                                                                             Burnt and Cold
                                                                       Consumed         Timber
                                                                Heartless                       Soul
                                                            In My Tomb  
                                                           And Hers                    Nonsense Lies
                                                             Happy                                    Mess
                                                                 Is Unknown                   To You
                                                                          And Only                Never
                                                                             Faith Maybe              She
                                                                                 But Hope            Is Gone
                                                                                      All Lost
                                                                                          To Die
                                                                                              In Her Arms    Lies
                                                                                                  Or Mine        To Me
                                                                                                         Turns Away.

By D. Kwong Waye

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