Amina Yamel

              They destroyed something beautiful and innocent. Another victim in the claws of the demon, When he returned home he wasn’t the same something in him was changed. His mind was a cage of pain, I was robbed of my peace, Battling my own demons, Continue Reading

  He traveled to another realm in time, where egos competed with fate, Love was no longer a power vanity ruled, humans were toys Slowly the traces of the ancient forever lost in the new world. We had become desensitized  with desire. The buildings were shiny new objects built over the wreckage Continue Reading

                      She was full of promise, he was a hurricane of destruction, all she wanted was a man to believe. A heart full of broken promises. no hero to heal her scars, yet she still shines in the dark. no one Continue Reading

              The blood moon represents a new era, every two to three years it appears before us, bleeding as a sacrifice in exchange to transform.  it represents a new era, and change is coming, every level of life comes in a storm, It brings change Continue Reading

                Chasing the mirage, embracing the fall, darkness, this pen and these thoughts… without them I will be lost, tired of pretending  only looking strong, Life show me to believe in something more, my demons chase me when Iam at my low, trying to Continue Reading

          He called it the lost art, but the only thing that was lost is ourselves, to be sane you must be insane only to find sanity again,.  It was almost un human to not be this lost, slowly a host residing in a robots mind… suddenly Continue Reading

              Without sacrifice there is no reward, defend your family why thy sword, You must manifest,  conquer your demons and take control, the chaos shall reign no more… Inconsistency kills illusion,  We become an instrument of war, the higher the risk the greater our reward. Continue Reading

              In nature you will find truth and simplicity the trees dance to the beat of the wind the leaves whisper our secrets at night when we sleep ever wonder at this same moment in time the wind travels relentlessly  into another realm that circles Continue Reading

            He is a red flag, walking talking breathing, the pattern you keep repeating. he disappears when you miss him and reappears when your  over him time to  starve the patterns, time to take back the power… better alone than in bad company. He is the Continue Reading

              He implanted the thought in my mind. Is this realm real? or perhaps a less fucked up version of the real one  we are puppets in a safe of time, locked in a dome as an experiment. our only purpose is to enjoy life Continue Reading