Life, death, and inhumanity in between
My friend described the way he buried him under the moonlight; A white dog, buried under the bright– full moon light; He cried.
I didn’t.
Rust
We get old!
Just like the stories we tell
just like the words we share.
Memento
Here it comes again that time of year that time, when the air I breath, turns weird that time, when the words I usually use lose their strength, their feel they start to vanish leaving me, leaving me here That time, when I feel weak, incomplete like I’m missing a limb or another part…
Eulogy
I am lost. I really am! The taste of her skin still runs through my lips, and my memories are stuck with her beautiful voice. I stand now in front of her grave. Her grave is closed, her face I can’t see, yet, she still stands in front of me. I am lost. I really…
Thought
Faces, they get old. And tears, they dry out. Clouds wont stop their dance even if my breathing stops, even if i die.
Fading effect
what about faces? well, they change. just like autumn clouds; memories keep getting forgotten, and those whom you have known… well, they usually die.
Thoughts
Well, i don’t want immortality. At least, i don’t want it right now!
Fragments
A sound. A faint cry of a dying string. An echo, that spreads on the room and covers my ears. The dance, that my father does holding in his hand his queen- as she moves, perfectly moves with the tune that my father sings! The dream. That beautiful illusion that I, with all my heart…
Death
If i were to die today would you cry for me or laugh in my stead! Would you buy a rose or, cut it somewhere then throw it at my grave as a way to show your grace! Would you stay at my funeral without making a sound alone, or in a crowd? And then,…
Missing
Here it comes again that time of year that time, when the air i breath, turns weird that time, when the words i usually use lose their strength, their feel they start to vanish leaving me, leaving me here! That time, when i feel weak, incomplete like i’m missing a limb or another part of…
kushtrimthaqi 