Gallery of My Poetry
I write poetry in English.
I love you,because you never love me.
Pain caused by timenever vanishesfrom my face.
The countdownof my lifeis always resoundingin my brainloudly.
Cruel past caresses my cheeksand makes me remind of the cruelness.
I crave pastthat I could be me who I loved.
Time waits for meto wilt with despair.
Everything is the keyto the future.Nothing is the keyto the torture.
Writing poemsis like coffee time.Silky warmthandeternal scentflow into me.
Writing releases mefrom invisible fears.
I write,to changemonochrome days.
My brainwants ashes of wordsandwaits themto appearas a variety ofshapes of poems.
I'm dominatedby screamsthat a devilvomits in me