The unspoken thought If only you can hear how many phrases and idioms went down your blood streams only to be known as nothing but a word, you'd be surprised.You might be able to see the pain and greatness every human being could've felt for centuries of silence.There are times where one thought is not enough to persuade the innermost screams as they burn the pieces of woods.And of course, adrift in the most psychotic and seducing way of giving up has appeared to destroy.A lady happened to walk by a path of half-slept wolves, still gnawing the sides of the bones they have eaten from the cabin.Expect her action led to a typical kind of a challenging yet happy ending when she finally got out of the woods.Unfortunately this is not a fairy tale for 6 year old kids.So the lady stepped on a branch, made a sound and got hauled by the wolves. She was eaten alive and the most gore-filled imagination is the only thing you need to unlock the door of knowing why.Certai

Zan Your eyes were the image of spectacularity. Your hair was as soft and silky as the Marshmallows under your pillow.Your smile carried the golden strings of a 50’s guitar.Your entirety reminded me of the soothing breeze the coldest of nights could ever give. The way we moved and swayed with the branches were once great memories of living.The way we scattered the ashes of a burnt up petal were once magnificent memories of laughter.The way we destroyed walls upon the impossible were once extravagant memories of perseverance.The way we struggled in the tug-of-war was once a reminder of the hardships we defeated. But now.. The avenues and corners of yesterday were filled up with my selfless, yet moronic act.The detours of today were filled up with the breath of apologies and regret.The path of tomorrow was filled up with questions and answers that still caught the attention of yesterday and today.The direction to a better day is still d

Farewell with an Art De La PoésieWhen it comes to poetry, It is as easy as you might've thought of it was supposed to. Several inspirations or motivations may be what others would need to create tons of verses and drama.Some even create their own stories based on what they see and hear.To a few, the power of comfort food is needed to create those statements that you'd like to burst out of the bubble.For Instance, you are sitting on your chair, eating a jar of Nutella with no idea what to write.Take a look at the Jar, its depth, width, material, formation and the little pieces left inside of its tasty greatness.You can write about it's sense and wonder, add a few touches of irony, sarcasm, humor or a spectacular image.By then, you would realize that you're writing about Humanity's biggest mistake or the life of a survivor.If this style doesn't work, try finding an inspiration to soothe your questions and let go of the pain and pleasure.It can be an experience,