• Self-knowledge through words

    The moment will come when you will have to show what has made you like that

    The moment will come when you will have to show what has made you like that. You will not know what that moment is until it happens to you. Until you’re the center of everything, because of something that you did or didn’t do, because of something that’s within you and you cannot understand. They will try to kick you in the corner, and stone you with words, hurt you and put you down, but the trick is always in how powerful your psyche is, to either shut off or allow them to enter. They will try to break your bones, bones that none of them strengthened until you realized…

  • Poetry

    I could fly over the entire world crashing with my wings at people

    Through all limitations and restrictions, like a bird with a ring around my neck, somewhat insidious, it seems, I flew through the gates of the pupils of people without eyes, recording every place I went to, carrying metal wires around my thighs. I took pictures with my eyes, of every moment that was a little more special than the previous one, and I found out that I could fly over the entire world crashing with my wings at people and barriers just to lure them into my lap. But, another discovery, another barrier in front of me, last stop, last place, pleasant to the lenses of my eyes. A place…

  • Poetry

    Don’t mince your words

    The nuisance I cause with my tongue out, in the form of sadism, to them is the nudity of unattractive looks. When bitter words cling to their minds like leeches, sucking their blood, seemingly pure because they always say what they think. Of course. Where are they now, those hollow throats, piled like garbage, with crumpled morale, overdosed on imagination, swallowing only lies to feel worthy? One degree higher on the truth ladder. One step closer to the tongue extraction in front of them, overtaking of everything I have to be. I’m targeting a circle similar to the identical ones. No, it’s not an arrow I adore, it’s not a…

  • Self-knowledge through words

    I’m not defined by what I said, but by what I did to prove myself

    My character isn’t determined by my past, nor by labels that you pin on me so easily. I’m not defined by what I said, but by what I did to prove myself. Only I can define me. I overcame and survived all your punches, all your attacks, passed the tests and went through all of that until the point when I could say with certainty that I’m proud of that person within me, of everything that she has done to drain the last drop of strength to survive and stay alive. On my feet, steady. Alone. I myself accomplished my achievements. I myself have overcome every obstacle. I had to…

  • Poetry

    You’ll have bitterness left on your tongue whenever you mention me

    I’m swallowing dumplings, full of unspoken words, which persistently roast my throat while they’re slipping, waiting for you to look at me as prey. The urge in me and the stomach-turning tells me to vomit all the secrets on the table before you, for you to eat all the rest of me. You will love everything I can’t tell you, You will laugh at my obsolete thoughts in which only you are always constant news. You will fall in love with my taste, you will fall in love with yourself. You will welcome the way my emotions are crunching when you sink your teeth that are starting to crack because…

  • Abyss of thoughts

    I pretend for a moment that there is no insensibility around me

    I pretend for a moment that there is no insensibility around me. I pretend that is so wonderful to wake up and look through the window. I’m thinking about the relativity of that same happiness and I realize that I can only rely on my own. Nobody else will hand me over happiness. Behind that, there’s always some hidden intention, unfortunately, so today I say that it doesn’t exist, that there’s honesty in everyone and everything. I pretend that this world is full of love and that there’s something worth living, that there’s no unnecessary hatred and unreasonable condemnation. We all deserve to be loved the way we are, and…

  • Abyss of thoughts

    We could have done everything – You say that now, when all ours is gone

    We could have done everything. You say that now, when all ours is gone and when we missed the chance to redeem to one another the way we knew a long time ago while we considered the time to be a non-existent fact because we could control it, but we couldn’t. And now, after all, you say we could have done anything? After all, our attempts to pick up each other’s pieces when we were tearing each other apart and none of us wanted to stop. No, contempt is deep inside our bones, and the fire in us swallows both good and bad. How could we fight the fire? Now,…

  • Self-knowledge through words

    The psychic deadness

    Where did the real truth slip away? It’s mixed with all lies, blending in the form of fear, in the form of shivering. When the mind turns its back to conscience, every thought becomes suicidal. Body paralysis, shivering, and persistent lack of air where there’s plenty of it. When did we become so alienated from emotions, cut off from rationalism, killing ourselves inside out, over and over again? One scene, multiple scenes until the scene is gone. What moment lost us? We hold on to it, but when the moment lets us go, we become paralyzed, cut off from the feelings. All those words that slipped down the tongue, silently,…