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Category Archives: Poetry
Love, not Hate
a dose of poem in Tuesday noon.
Face full of grace
I see her once more. There is something familiar from the way she smile: ear to ear. I see her once more. There is something peculiar from the way she speak: heart to heart. I see her once more, I know sadness will never get born. I see her once more, I know madness willContinue reading “Face full of grace”
A part of home
This is my favorite part of my house-featuring my favorite people on earth. This and they: home. Captured with iPhone 6s.
Tears – HAIKU
The first time you cry Hipnotized me, o Baby Left me full of tears This is my first attempt at making Haiku. Do you guys have any feedback? – @daRkJasm
A day after the 29th November
Dear Ma, This is a day after your supposedly 62nd birthday. Do you have any idea how much I miss you? I guess you have, since you are there in the ever after life, but also I guess it’s not matter to you anymore because the only things that will reach you from me areContinue reading “A day after the 29th November”
About losing someone
Today’s Prompt: Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more. Make today’s post the first in a three-post series. I was crying so hard when my sister joins me in our tiny living room. “What happened? Why are you crying so hard that your nose is redContinue reading “About losing someone”
Feels like Home
“Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.” – Charles Dickens My nostrils are dancing happily because of this sweet smell: the smell of a hot cup of coffee blend with cinnamon. I really love to taste theContinue reading “Feels like Home”
Dumbledore’s QOTD
Flashbacks
My plane has just landed. I step onto familiar surroundings. The heat feels familiar. The sky looks familiar. Everything looks familiar as if nothing has changed in this city. It feels like yesterday, even though I’ve left this city for years. The arrival lounge is also similar to my memories of it, men holding theContinue reading “Flashbacks”
The DarkJasmine 