#poetry SIMU: The Freedom of Poetry True poets are not made… they are born. Not from rhyme, not from meter, but from a river of emotions, an ocean of expression, flowing through their very essence,...

#poetry THE ARCHITECT OF SELF Most people are other people. Their choices are echoes. Their passions are borrowed. Their convictions are shaped by whatever the world applauds loudest. They follow the...

#poetry A SIMU CINEMATIC REFLECTION “THE SHELL WE WALK AWAY FROM” In the quiet spaces between who we are and who we hope to become, there lies a truth we often outrun a soft light, a subtle warn...

In a quiet hush of the evening, a surpassing love unfolds And I knew it was my lover’s presence, a presence that needed a behold I sat and felt the stillness of the universe anticipating an arden...

Your hook says, 'Acne is a mood killer; here's why.' Then you ramble about causes, effects on personality, and ruined photos—but never get to the solution. Three paragraphs in, your reader is gone. ...

Be your own media; Be your own market. If no market, media exist for you, your commodity, why not be one for yourself. Not all most priced have the qualities sought after. Some win a place on the ta...

#poetry MINE FOR ALL TIME Stacy… There are things I feel for you that the universe itself would struggle to name. Emotions so loud they shake my ribcage, so deep they slip past language and fall st...

Hope Over Terror In the nowhere of the asphalt night, I grasped a little breath beneath my shadow. I was a human, mediocre at being perfect. But imperfection was secretly lurking beneath my soul. I ...

The house that has provided safety and protection from rain and sun. A rooftop that has served as comfort from high cost of living standard. A shelter that has renewed minds and instil hope. A buil...

#poetry THE GEOGRAPHY OF THE MIND A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. Most of us live our entire lives as quiet prisoners of the soil we were born on victims of geographical circumstance, inheriti...

The clearance keeper He came, he saw And it was all gone! Those fingers are magnetic His brain is magical Who is Erekere? One that dates the one Who came to kill? Steal and destroy Keeper of othe...

Hello, Elder. Hello, Son. Times are hard, the wind cuts through our bones. It is an ill wind, you say— but every storm demands courage. I have heard of the protest, the streets preparing their t...

*Lamentation of the Widower* Left at the brink of birthing our child, You slipped beyond my trembling reach, Leaving a heart withdrawn and wild, Untouched by lullabies it longs to teach. How could ...

#poetry THE FAITH OF ENERGY There comes a point in life where bruises begin to teach more than blessings. A point where human nature and human nurture life’s most mischievous tag-team have both ta...

I just realized Most of my videos and pictures go unposted. They lay forgotten in my gallery, Collecting dust, unrequited, Sometimes hidden away Where no eyes can see but mine. Are they fine? Yes, of...

#poetry The fact that you know that your lips are charming and a tool of destruction, yet you still gave them to me without caution. If i knew the repercussion.. i would have stay away from it ...

*The Perpetual Warfare of Life* Life is no meadow of untroubled bloom— It is a field where unseen banners rise. I entered it in crimson travail, With shrieks that tore the trembling air; My mothe...

Hard face. Rarely a blink of smile. A wind of affection and a breeze of love blows around. To be close to you is to feel warmth and companionship. But only to hear arguments that ever should exist...

The heart doth sings as joy comes. The heart doth sings as trial comes. As far as the sun, And great as the sea, The passing wind blows, Numerous we are. And one thing known, All shall not all be ...

#poetry THE WATERS OF UNEQUAL TRIALS A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. There is a quiet cruelty that lives in the heart of human nature a hypocrisy so subtle, so elegantly disguised, that you al...