My mind is blank. It’s like a blank page waiting to be filled, or emptied of nothingness. I can see some dots, even a comma here and there, some words nicely rounded by the pen, but no real content, no meaning. It’s just empty. Sometimes I wish human kind would have thought of inventing a better word for nothingness. It’s too plain, it’s too boring, it’s unpleasant...
I am known for hating poetry, but even an insensitive soul like me has a favorite poem. I stumbled into it today while organizing the files in my computer and decided to share it with you guys. So, here it is the favorite poem of someone who mostly hates poetry. Lead – George Bacovia The lead coffins were lying sound asleep, And lead flowers and funeral garments – I stood all alone in the crypt…...
Today I was in a guessing game mood. I pulled out my notebook and just scratched some guessing thoughts onto the paper. So, guess what? You stumble into me and rise in some kind of betraying poses. You are treacherous and constantly changing form and you misplace me into someone else’s fortune. I love you with all my miserable self who has taken too many hits and has too many scars. I listen to...
