Hello everyone. My poem “The Girl On The Floor” was recently published in the first issue of Necro Magazine. The theme of this issue is “Death.” There’s a lot of unique and interesting work in here from all kinds of artists. Check it out below.
I can’t afford bed sheets or makeup.
Beautified dreams, somehow, still come easily.
Even in poverty, the luxury of abstraction
Soothes me daily, in depression or inspiration.
Streetlights on snowy nights
Hold more potential than money or connections.
Shadows in the urban landscape,
More real than set ideals or purchased thrills.
Somewhere is an inevitability
Waiting to be dreamed into vibrant shapes.
Magenta rain against black skies,
Sleeping bodies forgetting their encroaching doom.
I can’t afford bed sheets or makeup,
But in my mind, I repose against splendid fashionings.
The faintest glimmer of peace and satisfaction
Awakes, and gives me space to keep imagining.
If you’re reading this, I’m sure you know how much it means to know that someone appreciates what you do. Even if it’s a simple ‘like’ now and again, the fact that someone cares enough to do so, and maybe even relates to what you’re saying, is precious.
I’m writing this because my experience with you all on WordPress has been a wonderful one. It’s fulfilling to see my writing acknowledged and even appreciated for what it is. When people respond to something you made, it gratifies you in a way that isn’t quite comparable to anything else I’m aware of. It’s allowed me to justify what I do, given me the confidence to continue, and inspired me to pursue my craft even further.
To that end, I’ve created a patreon page in hopes of finding enough support to spend more time with my creative writing. I’m not expecting anything, but it would help me immensely to pursue my goals, create new things, and connect with you all a little more. It’s a new idea to me, so I’m still figuring things out and open to suggestions, but if anyone cares to join me I’ll be appreciative beyond words. I’m offering exclusive content to all patrons, and handwritten original poems for mid to high tiers.
Again, thank you for being here with me. I’ll still be publishing here regularly, but if you care to support my work on a higher level it would mean the world.
-Sanya E. Walma
Such lovely stories from the eyes of your mind.
Such touching expressions you stain into my heart.
Your passions, confessions, fantasies, and fears
Like tender glances from your innermost thought.
It’s hard not to love these glimpses at your soul,
To empathize with all your pains and projections.
That you could expose them to such a cruel world
and they could reach someone like me, is precious.
Too much do I wander through days, uninspired.
Savoring what little beauty I can find,
So writers and artists like you are a pleasure
For animating those fragments of your creative mind.
As long as we suffer, we can always bleed beauty.
As long as we love, we can always paint hearts.
Whatever we see, our minds will never cease,
To transform our perceptions into pieces of art.
I’ve always been enamored with beautiful things,
Things that stir passions, provoke emotion, and inspire.
An open heart creates, and whispers words into another.
Connections are created from those loves and desires.
Together we transcend the confines of physicality,
Imaginative souls carrying worlds to explore.
To be honest, this intimacy is simply described,
It’s the beautiful things of your mind I adore.