This is just a collection of some of the poems I’ve written over the years, about the many emotions, dreams, desires, and destinies inherent to existing in this world. I write about the many ways the world around us affects us and how we in turn affect it.

A quadrilogy to Soup!

With priorities shifted between them, Soup continues to live life in the rolling hills of grass and glistening skies, while Stew and Casserole continue theirs with their family, nestled away from others for the safety of their curious children.

However, one of their eldest, Sage, is desperate to see what lies beyond the painted fences and predictability of home.

Ready to discover her own way, Stew entrusts Soup with showing her daughter what life has to offer beyond home; just enough so that it can tame her curiosities and she can leave wild fantasies behind her.

But with a energetic and mischievous child to now care for, Soup isn't too keen on the idea of suddenly losing his peace once more, and looks forward to the quiet days of travelling alone.

With both discovering the world together through new experiences and new friends, Soup starts to learn that it isn't so bad to let down his guard and enjoy the world around around him, one tumble at a time.

Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if the adventure continued for a little longer?

[ Naimah Flash Back]

Your test results shows that you have been overdosed on a contraceptive pill found only in the black market.

[END OF FLASHBACK]

Immediately her flashback ended, Naimah accidentally spills the juice on her skirt, she excuses herself from the dinning table and walks to the female bathroom to clean up the stain but halts at the male door when she hears two familiar voices kiss and say;

Voice 1: Here, it's specially made for her but different from the last one I brought, mix it in her coffee drink, she will never know. All we need to do after that is to patiently wait for her to start hallucinating and showing signs of paralysis before sending her to a psychiatric hospital to die.

Voice 2: I can't wait for her to die so, her inheritance, shares in the company will be ours...

Voice 1: You are not eager to be with me...

Voice 2: You are everything I ever needed, then the voice continued to kiss the other person.

Naimah was thankful she had her phone with her, she was smart enough to record it than cry like a baby and get discovered by those two.

She didn't bother to clean up anymore but went back to the table like nothing ever happened.

What next, she thinks to herself.

Have you ever wonderd what it is to rule over the world? Do you want to be absolutely killing it? Well here's a quick guide to world domination.Or as others might call it a blog about how to survive this thing called life. Which can be kind of complicated when everything seems to be out to kill you. Work, a lack of social skills, that anoying sort-of-friend that want to talk to you all the time. Truly the world is an awfull place. So why not come take it over with me?

What would you do if you were just a high school student facing a challenging phase in life? High school itself can be tough, right? But imagine being only 15 when the creator of the world calls upon you to save the world. All you want is a typical high school romance with a guy who dislikes you.

Discover why the creator selected our protagonist. She doesn't see herself as anything extraordinary. Will she win over the guy she loves, or will her life take an unexpected turn?

Some thoughts.

Some thoughts.

This is a letter I wrote to the Canadian government asking them to try their best to prevent Azerbaijan from invading Armenia.

Seen the People Who

Believe the lies

All of they Life

Till they are blinded by the light

They won’t see the lies lying on the mind

Who makes them realize

It won’t survive until you make it right

It will be too late to fix

The light

If you didn’t know

Where to turn the light to remove the dark night

Which

Covered with true life

My friend @itsAmelia got me to join this website today after I started to read her blog, but I don't write stories as she does so this will be more of a blog thing because I like the idea of getting to vent and not being judged cruelly for it? Either way, Welcome to the magnificently, strange? world of a sophomore in high school!

A brief poem about life as it is within personal perception, accosted by the views of external players.

Truth hurts

Mint leaves leave the house

House of trees

To meet the taste

Taste of a tea

When we put mint leaves into the teapot

It gives the vibes to chill

Chill out till you meet the roots

Roots of the tree

When we can’t find the start

Start of life

We will begin to hurt ourselves

In order to kill the pain

You gotta survive through the worst nights

When you do

You will find a star

Only shine for you

It will be the gateway to the miracle