I am not a passerby Who, if not let in, will find a new destination I am not a splenetic Who will swing swords in retaliation My whole world is on fire But it is a treat ‘cause it shows me path To make my … Continue reading Just a part – a poem
I felt no life, in this flesh, with this name. Never had a dream of a thing, like a dead never even wanted fame. I was a bag full of flesh and blood, like a walking grave, neither vicious nor ambitious, nor a desire … Continue reading Walking Grave – a poem
You know? Each passing moment feels like a terrible long hour. Long hours full of melancholy Looks like I’ve everything I need I gaze at blissful happiness wherever I see Still feels like something is missing Something is missing from me. You know?? I endure … Continue reading You Know?
For the first time when you realize that every thing you loved was nothing but just a trap to drag you down, a poem describing a wounded heart and treacherous nature of love.