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Cries Of An Unheard Shadow. Magnified roars of an infinite dream. June 16, 2016. Trapped in the protrusion of my confusion. I wonder if I was right to have left. Forgetting that it wasn’t my right to turn left. I took the wrong turn and left the right one. Even before I had the right to write this right now. I left an argument with a leftist because the clef of his. Argument was hanging on the right instead of the left. Right has three definitions and Left has two. And confounds me in ubiquity. Fundament...
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Memory of the shave. – Cries Of An Unheard Shadow
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Cries Of An Unheard Shadow. Magnified roars of an infinite dream. Memory of the shave. May 12, 2015. September 13, 2015. My skin grew cold. My eyes. They were pale. Water was sulking from underneath. As if I didn’t know what was wrong with me, I kept on examining my facial fragments on the reflection screen. I couldn’t stop deceiving myself. It was all in my eyes. My heart started pounding and I could feel it in the enclosement of my chest. That really made me look clumsy but hey, it was fun. I cut mysel...
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Why I Write – Cries Of An Unheard Shadow
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Cries Of An Unheard Shadow. Magnified roars of an infinite dream. December 24, 2014. I was inspired to write this partly by something Orhan Pamuk wrote, which Sharon Darko showed me.). One of the things I aspire to be most is a writer. I hope I already am. I don’t consider myself simply a person who knows how to use the English language. That wouldn’t be enough. It’s how I use it and what I use it for that matters. Symphony of the Light. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. I've alwa...
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Why You Shouldn’t Hold A Grudge – Cries Of An Unheard Shadow
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Cries Of An Unheard Shadow. Magnified roars of an infinite dream. Why You Shouldn’t Hold A Grudge. May 7, 2015. September 13, 2015. 8221; Silence reigned in their mist. The man was still unapologetic about the rantings of his wife. His mind still reeling with flashes of thoughts. He gave his wife some space by leaving the bedroom. Memory of the shave. One thought on “ Why You Shouldn’t Hold A Grudge. Reblogged this on elinamameza. May 13, 2015 at 11:49 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. I believe words unsa...
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Tomorrow – Cries Of An Unheard Shadow
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Cries Of An Unheard Shadow. Magnified roars of an infinite dream. July 31, 2015. About that it has caused me to summon most existing and non-existent creatures? I basically want to convince you to see tomorrow as a paradox. Paradox is even a cliche. I want you to see tomorrow as a shadow of today. I want to convince you that tomorrow is actually today manifesting itself in a different manner. Not convincing enough? What do you say? 4 thoughts on “ Tomorrow. 8220;I have seen that all of us like to know ab...
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Romans 8:13 – Cries Of An Unheard Shadow
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Cries Of An Unheard Shadow. Magnified roars of an infinite dream. January 7, 2015. September 13, 2015. Threading through a continuum of patterned fixes. Like a shadow, I couldn’t tell the difference. And clogging itself to notions so empty. But no choice than to follow…. Thus the voice of my flesh. Having sex with my soul. And leading me into a deadly enigma;. But I don’t want to die. So what is this at all? I don’t know. Except like a ballerina spinning in the air. I have completely lost my sight. Creat...
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Chapters From A Futuristic Satire – Cries Of An Unheard Shadow
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Cries Of An Unheard Shadow. Magnified roars of an infinite dream. Chapters From A Futuristic Satire. May 12, 2015. May 13, 2015. It had been eons. The world revolutionized tremendously. Great men stood, people became stars while others just lived life. The Arab springs and the famous Cold War hadn’t died out. I never imagined Galileo, Einstein or Newton ever picturing the world this way:. It was 17th October 2013AD. Four Nkrumah F56s. News presenter: We interrupt this programme with some breaking news!
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About Me – Cries Of An Unheard Shadow
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Cries Of An Unheard Shadow. Magnified roars of an infinite dream. I’m Robert Boateng-Duah, a Takoradi boy and a 17-year old teenager (tautology much? I love tech, cars, computers, classical music, girls, family and above all God. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Lemme be your shrink.
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Questions – Cries Of An Unheard Shadow
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Cries Of An Unheard Shadow. Magnified roars of an infinite dream. July 27, 2015. More and more questions lead me to more and more answers which lead me to more questions which carve my perpective of things. The questions cause me to define my reality and define relationships between certain circumstances, which then in turn give rise to more questions. I remember once asking myself this question which eventually turned into a monologue:. 8220;Why am I alive? 8220;Why did they give birth to me? What you s...
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Robert Boateng-Duah – Cries Of An Unheard Shadow
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Cries Of An Unheard Shadow. Magnified roars of an infinite dream. October 25, 2016. My heart beat. The feels. The chills. The cold down my spine. I will not forget. Seeing her rolling with her newfound crew felt like I had been tipped off a tall cliff and I was falling. Falling into a deep, dark abyss. It took me milliseconds there and then to learn, that everybody is different as to how they respond to gestures and interactions. Everybody has a subjective way of finding meaning out of things. Observing ...
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