I observe natural occurring phenomenon and express them in words. Art is my passion. I want to become an Arabic Calligrapher.
I'm not sure, If it's "Circle" of friends. But I feel comfortable around them. They understand my broken sentences. They encourage me.
By Kiaraabout a year ago in Poets
Aloft, they soar Unconcerned, Away from humans. They never bother. I sometimes, holding my love poems, thinking, They're not interested, in
If I were a meteor, I'd descend upon someone's night, Who is about to give up, stares into the abyss, Consumed by his struggles.
In the dim light of the café, I sit alone, watching rain blur the world outside, "Rain is just the sky's way of sharing its sorrow."
He stood at the edge of the bridge, staring down at the dark, rushing waters below. The cold wind whipped around him, carrying a chill that matched the emptiness he felt inside. His heart pounded in his chest, the weight of his decision heavy on his shoulders.
By Kiaraabout a year ago in Fiction
In those golden summer days, As exams loomed ahead, We knew farewells awaited us, Heartaches silently fed. "How can I be far from you?"
Every time he passed by the neighborhood bakery, his eyes were drawn to the display of colorful cupcakes, their swirls of frosting topped with sprinkles. He longed for one but knew he didn't have any money.
This is the story of Michaela Ferrero. He was born in 1889 in Piedmont, Northwest Italy, an area known for its border with Switzerland and the picturesque Alps in the background.
By Kiara3 years ago in Serve
Every year, our planet completes a full orbit around the Sun, but what if we could take that speed and crank it up to the speed of light? Imagine Earth becoming a planet-sized spaceship hurtling through space at an unimaginable velocity.
By Kiara3 years ago in Earth
You were heading home when you met your demise—a car accident, nothing particularly intriguing. Nevertheless, it proved fatal, but at least it was painless. The paramedics exerted their utmost efforts to save you, but their attempts were in vain. Your body lay shattered and broken. Death was the better outcome... Trust me. That's when our paths crossed.
By Kiara3 years ago in Education
April 11, 1865 - President Abraham Lincoln sat with his friend and bodyguard, Ward Hill Lamon, feeling despondent. He confided in Lamon about a disturbing dream he had recently experienced.
By Kiara3 years ago in Humans
In 2014, a poll conducted by the Telegraph revealed that just under 60 percent of UK citizens believed that some part of us continues to exist after death.
