Literaa PoetrySpilled WineHow many of my thoughts are just spilled wine? Promises of a future that became stains. They will always be there for me to remember who I…Apr 23, 2019Apr 23, 2019
Literaa PoetrySpring of LifeProcrastination: Being trapped in a dream world that prevents us from living our dreams on the real one. My life so far was a steady…Apr 23, 2019Apr 23, 2019
Literaa PoetryWithdrawalCloud my day, fog my mind. Evaporating myself. Melt into you. We two — one thing in common: Our emptiness. I knew no breath, since it was…Apr 23, 2019Apr 23, 2019
Literaa PoetryAlways creative — Our methodI am often asked how I live as an author, when writing becomes a profession and you have to deliver every day… Is creativity even…Apr 16, 2019Apr 16, 2019
Literaa PoetrySpring of life — Part II traded seagulls for ravens. On my backpack I had three days worth of clothes, and a toothbrush. On my heart I had a lifetime worth of…Apr 14, 2019Apr 14, 2019
Literaa PoetryEnd StationShe liked the smell of the train, especially the old upholstered seats. She also didn’t mind that the patterned leather smelled of bad…Mar 10, 2019Mar 10, 2019
Literaa PoetryThe Wizard III was back in the game. The shy kid in school who had found a friend. Time was now only a mere formality of life. We had conquered it and…Mar 10, 2019Mar 10, 2019
Literaa PoetryMoonchildTonight I can’t see my mother. Her tears fall on the ground. Knee deep mud on the road. I wish I could tell her to stop. Her pain only…Mar 10, 2019Mar 10, 2019
Literaa PoetryThe Wizard IJuly morning. The sun is still not burning the sidewalk, but the breeze is already warm. The first coffee shops are opening up and I can…Feb 23, 2019Feb 23, 2019
Literaa PoetryMonkey townI travel light. All I want to carry is my own weight. All the stuff that I could bring with me would just bend my back and prevent me to…Feb 12, 2019Feb 12, 2019
