I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
In the morning, it's classic. Mozart, Bach, Tchaikovsky. Whatever the sky calls for, the radio plays. By midday, it's indie.
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
We always build from the ground up. Never from the sides, Nor from the top. For, if we went that route, It is more difficult to have a good foundation.
I have always known the depth of words. Their weight shifts with the coming tides, and each hurricane manifests storms of words
I never said that a lie was a great option to have, but I think the spaces were probably the worst idea imaginable. Not because they marked our distance,
A hidden desire stirs within me. Its venom, moving through the rivers of my life, pierces my organs. Whatever entity has trapped me in its claws
When the moment comes, You know what comes with it. You sit down, somewhere where you’re comfortable, Because you know you feel safe there.
I hold in my hand and in my soul and in my head the expiration date. Instead of holding a morning tea I am inevitably reminded of the
I have become associated with three things Over the course of my existence, In concordance with my accomplishments, ideas, thoughts and crafts,
It began with a story. It always began with a story. Whether it was a comedy in which the jokes made no sense, or a drama that pressured its audiences to cry alongside its actors;
Whatever consumes me, let it consume me faster. So that I don’t have to look back, but still come back after. For I need to see the end result, clear and unobstructed,
I breathe too loudly in these woods. My hand, clutching onto my bow, Awaits my command. My arrow is by the latter’s side, while its mates
I never tried to understand Life to its most elegant and refined details. Its deepest secrets, I feared, Were locked in a hidden prison,
