Dying.Artist : Writing

New year, new war.

New year, new war.

A Poem by Dying.Artist


Time slap me hard. I wasn't breathing for a moment. Then turn around and watch. There were nothing. Only empty bottles of Vodka and red vine, empty bo..
Don't miss the point

Don't miss the point

A Poem by Dying.Artist


She was in the middle of the searching for point. Of waking up, going out, lauging, sleeping.For a second, whole world stoped. Internet was broken, he..
Important things for you?

Important things for you?

A Poem by Dying.Artist


Sitting in my room half-naked, with bottle of old vine, waiting for my best friend, inspiration. I can hear my tought, they are so loud and can't wait..
Who are you?

Who are you?

A Poem by Dying.Artist


I am hard worker, love to be center of every event, but anyway I hate how I am looking sometimes. I hate my hairstyle or stuffs I have in my wardrobe...
Lies

Lies

A Poem by Dying.Artist


That was the biggiest problem ever. Be honest to others and most important, be honest to yourself. The idea of good peace of text was to open your sou..
Graveyard

Graveyard

A Poem by Dying.Artist


In real world, when I meet people or talk to them, I am happy, smiling girl. But, inside I was duying.My room, where I can be all alone is my escape t..
Decode me

Decode me

A Story by Dying.Artist


One day I asked him "Tell me you don't care and that you don't mind if I just find someone and leave you" and on that he started kissing me and la..
Peace of nothing

Peace of nothing

A Poem by Dying.Artist


There wasn't anything left. I was standing here, in the middle of the nowhere, in the middle of the past and future, in some dark place online, where ..