A poem about the game Minecraft. It captures the base of the game.

Irony at it’s…finest?

The design of the building is very beautiful Istiqlal mosque.

Art is made of emotion. It impresses you. It gives excitement.

The feeling of jumping off a building…

Some memories are absolutely wonderful.

The founder reclaimed a marshy,useless tract of land and built a thriving institute.

We knew we could have it all.

You can’t undo what has already been done.

This was about someone I felt close to, but everyone made me feel used. And I wanted to remember them as good, so I pushed everyone away.