• Poem / Poetry

    A beautiful life

    This is the most vague poem I ever wrote, because even I felt like my head was in the cloud while writing it. So please judge it for me, and what story you get from reading it. In neighborhoods where you see everything You’re bound to notice somethingThings you wish to unsee, But I see her. Each day she cries Each…

  • Poem / Poetry

    Bundle of joy

    Orion, my little bundle of joy. He brings lots of happiness, but also lots of stress and eat up my time.  I can write when he’s asleep, but when he’s awake, forget it. Still, it’s like a sweet medicinewhen he laughs and smile.

  • Micro Fiction

    Almost Love (Nothing is Everything #2)

    Click here for ‘Nothing is Everything #1’ We talked, we laugh, we shared moments that no one notice. Every word has meaning even those that sounded innocent. The things we told each other did not contain any words of love, not at all, but we know deep inside, we were dancing between the lines, kissing at the…

  • Micro Fiction

    Nothing is Everything

    Hey guys! February is a month for R-O-M-A-N-C-E so even if you’re single and bitter, I’m so sorry, but I’ve already scheduled a series of romance stories for this sweet month ❤️ To start here’s ‘Nothing is Everything’… Forbidden…yes that’s the word she’s looking for. Her feeling is forbidden. Yet, her heart yearns for him, aching to…

  • Blogging,  Poem / Poetry

    Norway

    I wrote this poem a year after I arrived in Europe, year 2005. Back when everything seemed so perfect in the country. Back in the days when I have no idea of what tormenting experience awaits me. Have been in Norway?If not, I can tell you a lot of thingsIf you search for the north pole,It’s the…

  • Book review,  special post,  Writing

    Make my day

    As those who are familiar with me knows that I’m part vampire… 😀 😑 I enjoy night time the best. I love sunset and dislike the piercing light of the sunrise. Occasionally, my love for the night goes to the extreme. My husband who is just like me end up doing the same. Back before we have…

  • Poem / Poetry

    The Stream

    You’ve live your life tragicallyYou’re special by natureBut circumstances causedYou to follow the norm Years went by and you know nothing of another kind of lifeYou’ve been shape too muchToo stubborn for change The stream that you hatedNow is the anchor that keeps you saneYou want to swim against this streamBut feel too late to get free from…