O-pen book

Grief

We move on.

“I love you”

The words hang heavy above the grave

Drowning in the pouring rain

Desperate for their survival

Golden Girl

Timeless affection

Beauty beyond compare

The statue of a beloved

Painted, tainted in buckets of gold

Solid, unbending gold

Tell me why

Vent poem

Tell me why

Do care about anything

You say

When i know it’ll hurt

Why do i let myself feel

I wish

i wish you joy

i wish a smile

i wish the pain away

i wish the sadness would let go

i wish for days to never end

The Playground

The playground in my neighborhood means a great deal to me. I know it doesn’t seem much, but it is the place I’ve shed tears, blood and made my first friends, first fights, etc. I met a girl there, with curly short hair, she asked me whether I wanted to play catching with her. I was new to the…

My first fountain pen

I always connect fountain pens to class, elegance and an atmosphere of beauty and importance. My parents grew up using fountain pens in school, but all that I was exposed to were the ball point ones you can find anywhere. Whenever, I visited Mustafa, I always spend a reasonable amount of…

Walk in Snow

Walking into a live size snow globe

Silence layers my soul

the shopping mall

rain or shine

dusk or dawn

the Viking ships

hanging high above

looked down on everyone.

they surrounded the compass,

A Piece of Me

ARTIST (n.) somebody who, if you took away their freedom to make art, would lose their minds