Today is a new day on the island of phallic toys. If you think you are not on it, you are mistaken. We are all here, laughing, crying…
Category: Poetry
In life, the lines are blurry, and no one will give you a magic magnifying glass because they know what you are going to do with it…
Nothingness listens, as she runs the needle through the wall between us, tailoring her cage, brick by brick,
to not let the void escape…
The war ended the moment the country forget the battlefield, grotesque bodies, severed limbs, soil soaked in blood. When it forgets…
One of the most toxic things you can do to yourself is to ignore what grows in you because of something that others want to
I believe some people are ships, other destinations. People sail through people, and many arrive at their destination only when they become ships, but nothing
I’ve never been happier then the moment I stopped believing in life after death. Not the physical one, it would be too obvious. Life after
And then the words started coming out. One by one, ⠀ they competed with each other, which is to be the first to reach my
I am the Candle, the cast of wax. A wick is stringed through me. Sometimes short, sometimes long. I’m lucky if it’s long, but it
Sometimes I hear only the echo of what I intended to write. A cry from the desolation I leave behind when I have nothing more