I decided I wanted to explain more of what happened to me a couple nights ago. I think it will help cleanse my soul.

A poem about what lies behind every sad face and every lost soul…

People can be in guise. How long they can cheat on you is unpredictable and unrevealed. They forget that their dubious nature can break the reality into pieces of mirror which actually reflects their different shades in pieces. Each broken piece cry why they played with your emotions.

Broken mirror and enemy…

My entry for challenge number 14; “broken mirror” and “enemy”

I will kill you yet.

…my response to the Triond Forum Writing Challenge – round 14, where something is to be written using the words “broken mirror” and “enemy”.

A scary poem for Duff’s writing challenge #14.

A sad revelation.

The enemy can be seen in the broken mirrors of my life.

A first attempt at flash fiction.