RIFF.REBELSOUL DEV

Category: Words

  • Five minute poem

    Darling, let me plant a kiss upon thy lips; Not those; the ones which lay betwixt your hips; That scented bloom; beguiling flower, Where stirs the very root of our desire. Caress my lips with that moistened bud; Arouse the fire within my tired blood, I’ll softly plant my tongue within, For the harvest of […]

  • On writing

    From a mail I sent a while ago: You know, I know quite a few writers who can’t write. I don’t mean people who want to write, or people who’d like to be writers. I don’t mean those that just think they are, or are willing but unable. (That ten to the dozen.) I mean, […]

  • Alliteration: Boring, Conceited (Delightfully Entertaining)

    I started doing this before I realised how fun it was. I shall do it better next time: Am I an author, actor, artist? Apathetic alphabet acrobat? Better bloody believe it, buddy. But I bet I’d bore, braying banally, so I best belie blemished beliefs by being bitingly blithe, to be blasé. Crafting cool or […]

  • A Dream Within a Dream

    Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? […]

  • Icelandic Proverb

    Vin sínum skal maður vinur vera, þeim og þess vin. En óvinar síns skyli engi maður vinar vinur vera. To his friend a man a friend shall prove, To him and the friend of his friend; But never a man shall friendship make With one of his foeman’s friends.

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