Tag: poem

dough. 

   Treat your pain like dough. You have to touch it. Toil with it. Stretch it, test it, discover what lies beneath it. All until you finally mould it into something beautiful. 

War.

I have built so many walls around myself, that not even I can see the way home. I can’t see over the barricades, and barbed wire, and those damn mine fields. I stay wounding myself in a battlefield I created. And only now I see The war was never outside…

the night and the zodiac

lost

falling in love

Galaxy

Paper and INK

new beginnings

A story of a Woman

I’m a mess of a beautiful portrait An illustration of what could have been A collection of stolen secrets A chest of forgotten dreams I’m a woman without a cause A story no one wants to tell I am images of whispers Exchanged between heaven and hell I am a

discord

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