Do you remember, When I made you a promise, To protect you from harms, To care for you in my arms, And to be by your side, When there's no place to hide. Do you remember, When you hugged me from behind, When the thunders are unkind, When the wind was angry, You'll run for … Continue reading Chapter 20 : The first and only one.

The long gaze towards the horizon brought a construct to accompany to think, is it real what we're seeing, or are they all what we wanted to see, instead of what we should see? Reality? They inquire. is it a twisted space governed by horizons and mentalities? the convergence of idealities? or just a plane … Continue reading Chapter 19 : Real

Within the lush pink, hard covered satire, she sewn the memories, the desire, of one and only ember of a fire, her beloved, longed even in the deepest dire. While she lies on bed in her green gown her hands, her eyes, narrowed down, to every details can be found, In her heart and mind, … Continue reading Chapter 16 : The Last Diary

Oh my, the rose in her hand, becomes the mirror that meant to show the world, oh damn, She's beautiful more than it can be understand. My, oh my, I've been wondering how and why, This creature so fine but so shy, Kept this heart asking why and why, For her to live, I plead … Continue reading Chapter 12 : Rosalia

Afloat in this wretched space, I stretch my arm to towards the possible light, But she wooshes away, in shy, swirling her way into the doors of heavens. I don't belong to be in behind any, This dark and bloody hands are the remnant of the old sins too old and too mean to have … Continue reading Chapter 15 : Le Noir

Hi and good day to everyone. First of all, I would like to apologise for the absence of any pieces of work from me as I had just started my new semester. It's nothing new but I am on my way trying to work my way with the schedule and the flow of classes and … Continue reading A New Journey

Ever a soul peek into this old well, he'll see still water, so calm Until he prode his finger, well, He'll loose his finger and soon his arm -Old Man from North, Book of Thoughts

You there, you delicate flower, You're beautiful than the other, Your petals were made by God for you one and another You there, you delicate flower, Words from them are not what I see, But what I see is a blessing for me, oh you delicate flower. Oh you intricate flower, You prick and you bleed … Continue reading Chapter 2 : Poison

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