A weak whistling light, gasping for breath; a sunflower, sniffing the air, planted at the ocean bed, on the ancient slippery rocks; and a lantern, in the captain’s hand. Two open eyes meant not to see but to be seen, eyelids – hammer iron! from the mighty skies, all white around with darkness in the middle, smiles! oh, but the terror of the restless hearts... thumping, hidden, like seashells underneath them, struggling wings over the ocean bed. Photo: Conner Baker

I care way less than you think i care bare breasts don't mean taking things off my chest don't confuse tenderness with love arms and legs wrapped around you but is my heart wrapped around you? Photo: Nevena Todorović i'll give you my time, my body, my feminine touch let you look for your mother through the mutual lust but don't think that i think this could be love. #poetry #creativewriting #intimacy #lust

Agatha Christie, the queen of crime, had been adapted for television and cinema so many times that it is difficult for yet another interpretation to achieve something new. The latest version of Murder on the Orient Express, directed by Kenneth Branagh, is the third I’ve seen. There’s nothing revolutionary about it – if you know anything about Agatha Christie, you already know what you’re going to get. But if you’re inclined to see a classic murder mystery enacted with eleganc

Please don't cry, little flower, For, yesterday, you were dead, today, you will live, and, tomorrow, you will be born. Please don't cry, little flower, for what you will experience today will soon be gone, and what you will experience in a lifetime Will be a short step of your long journey ahead. Photo: Erico Marcelino / Unsplash #poetry #creativewriting #flower #rebirth

All my life, people have been telling me my life should be made into a movie. I personally don't get it, because it's what I’ve lived through and the only thing I know. Anyway, I was adopted, I always knew that. And when I was very young, my mom, I call her that because she's the only mother I’ve known, became a Jehovah's Witness and she got me involved, more than she did my dad or my older brother, and it was, again, the only thing I knew. It was normal to me. I went to scho