Words are for when we disregard silence.
Writing is the tendency of the forgotten poetry to...
How well our feelings,
how well we wish for others...
O God strengthen me
so, I can choose you over...
His name is J and I don't know him well.
His existence in my dream may be a...
This world, these words,
these concrete foundations of temporality...
When the truth is due
though your voice turns skew...
I’m not as sick as you think I am…
I’m not as sick as I think I am...
This world we both live in is wider than our...
You taught me how to write a tribute to flowers...
Stains would always shine
in the daylight but the light...
Do you cut your birthday cake?
Do you know your birthday is fake...
the eye of the tiger is,
the eye of a vengeance...
Whatever to others we do,
whether in the scale of “so many” or a...