furkan on Murth
10 hours ago
Mother bears her child
and prays the bright, guiding, light
is not a rocket.
Thursday 10th December 2015 4:19 pm
the trees are now gold
everything is still as shit,
as it was before.
Thursday 15th October 2015 10:16 pm
Eyes and teeth Cilla;
anyone who had a heart
knows that I loved you.
Thursday 6th August 2015 1:44 am
A ghostly Soldier, a Mother and babe alone, the price of freedom.
The chilled air rushes through the leaf strewn forest floor, winter's on its way.
A Mime make a rhyme, sure a Mime can make a rhyme, but who would hear it.
God is good and great, praise him now and don't be late, will decide Your fate.
The wind blows the snow into whirlin...
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 12:38 am
Stronger in numbers;
the leaves a deaf audience
clapping spring's last bow.
Saturday 16th May 2015 9:53 am
To express myself
To inspire someone else
To send a message
Wednesday 8th April 2015 4:54 pm