Mikyle
Profile
I am a 20 year old female, from beautiful South Africa, and I absolutely love art and poetry. I do not take any of my work too seriously; I use it mainly as a tool of self expression, reflection and empowerment.
I hope you enjoy reading my work as much as I enjoyed creating it!! xxx
Copyright Notice
All writing and artwork is the property of Mikyle Busson and may not be used wholly or in part without the prior written permission of the copywright holder, including copying, duplicating, printing, publishing (even on a web site), reproducing, storing, or transmitting by any means what so ever.
© Mikyle Busson 2009
Groups
Mikyle is a member of # 1 ARTISTS OF REDBUBBLE , * Painted Ladies *, A Kaleidoscope Kraze, All Things Orange Artwork Gallery, Complex Simplicity of Art, Renewable Energy Awareness - [Name your source in item's description] , ! 100% !, ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, ! Inspired Art !, "Poetry and Beautiful Women" , "Real" Life Artwork (No Photography), *Alice in Wonderland*, 1620, A Place To Call Home, All Out Emotion, All Pets Great and Small, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Art For The World, Buddha, Cacti and other Succulents, Capturing Emotion, Challenge Café, Colors of Water, Core [C.O.R.E], Creatures that Slither and Slide, Love Bullets, Mixed Media, Painters In Modern Times, The Art of Pain, Up & Coming Writers and Young enthusiasts.
Journal Entries
I am the outsider - looking in (Part one)
Posted 2 months ago, 14 comments so far.
Strange Beginnings
Posted 2 months ago, 4 comments so far.
Writing
Bridging the self-inflicted gap
Time ticks on… / My lips part; / tongue prepares, / the formation of a half word presents itself - / silence.
Who am I?
I am a poet, / an artist. / a feeler, / a thinker. / a lover, / a creator. / If this is not God, / then what is?
Death
The greatest mystery of all time – Death / is but a reminder that we are alive.
Brompton cemetery
I like it here. / The silence penetrates the air. / (whether created by years of sadness and profound grief, / or by the gentle surrender to true and final peace) / It is still, / And I like it. / Th…
Winter
Winter is a lonely time. / Cold, harsh, frigid. / The shrill shrieking of the wind / depletes the cold, frosted silence / and dances about the leafless trees / until their branches lash the air like …
Mon Petite
pink ears / pink feet / and a tail to match / enormous, alert eyes / and a black and white back
