i'll always be an avid ...

When i was 13 and i decided to start writing poems ... I took a blank paper and held it in my hands... I looked at it and before i grab the pen and start un-blanking it.. i asked my self..Why am i doing this?
at the time i didn't think of how hard it would be to come up with words that doesn't even belong to my mother language .. I didn't think of how impossible it sounded to say i write poems and i'm good at it ... I just wanted to indulge my self in that world ..
A world where a mere word can be so powerful it can shudder a whole body and make my heart throb ... A world where words can be sharper than a sword and faster than a bullet bolted from a gun.. A place where the beauty of a mind is more desirable than a beauty of a face or a body ... A place Where a beads of thoughts worth a lot more than a beads of diamonds ...
And now after 9 years It still sounds impossible to say that i write poems and i'm good at it .. But i still wanna be part of this world ... I like this world of poems and poetry and i'll alway be an avid ...

gotic words

first don't mess with the ‪#‎many_faced‬ people .. if you encountered any just stab them with a ‪#‎needle‬ ...be aware of the ‪#‎night‬ for its dark and full of terror .. be an ‪#‎oath_keeper‬ and wisdom seeker... my friend i'm privileged to have you in my life.. for your ‪#‎wolf‬ like loyalty and ‪#‎ned_stark‬ bravery and ‪#‎sansa_like‬ kindness ... so when ever ‪#‎winter_comes‬ and ‪#‎snow‬ makes you feel like ‪#‎you_know_nothing‬ i'll be there with my ‪#‎valyrian_steel‬ daggers slaying all the ‪#‎white_walkers‬ ... and if your goals ever felt so far away i'll lend you my ‪#‎dragons‬ so you can fly away and catch them ... my dear friend i hope you wrap all the happiness of the world on your ‪#‎little_finger‬
enjoy your special day just like George R.R martin enjoys killing his characters

giving birth to a bubble ...

#first i damp my hand in a slippery liquid thinking that this is the worst part of it ... and i seal the ring #in my hand with invisible yet so colorful figure ... 

second i blow ... yes i blow pushing the air of my lungs ... gently or else the beautiful figure will break ... 

#third success... the beautiful figure is made ... and it's gorgeous as it seems ... dancing over the tips of my horizon untangling my fears ... resolving my  worrying knots one by one ... and tears of joy gather in my eyes scattering my sadness ...

 oh beautiful bubble ... stop flirting with the winds it makes my heart flutter ...

 oh wait ... don't fly away dear bubble , here stay where i can see you .... i said ... i used my hands as a compelling force  ... i did ... 

#fourth death! ... the bubble is gone .. 

time of death: dusk of every evening 

at: memories of future..  

the murderer: me