"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.” ― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

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2013

2013 had given me more than what this collage can represent. That year was like a chapter of my book that had many turning points: a chapter in which many unknowns had come to place and revealed themselves in front of my naked eyes and a chapter that had revealed many persons inside one dreamer.... Continue Reading →

The Teacup

No one appreciated the Caterpillar, It is always the Butterfly. No one celebrated the Storm, It is always the Rainbow. No one exclaimed how beautiful a Blank Page is, It is always the Poetry. Can't a Teacup be a Teacup Without the Tea?

Cherry on a Cake

With flour, milk, vanilla combined Dreams, hope and reveries’ sign Battered eggs one at a time Trials castigate body and mind. The heats of the oven blaze Melted composure away Created a burning maze For the cake’s perfect shape Other bakers bake for beauty Working only for cherry The icing, the color, the candy Neglecting... Continue Reading →

A REQUIEM

by Kizzel T. Mina The biggest star tears the black blanket A black parade from somewhere started The dark music of silence was heard Last black steps to the grave Dew on leaves, black clouds painted A black dress wrapped her – Completely embraced her blackness – In a complete black concurrence Raindrops breakdown from... Continue Reading →

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