Category Archives: poetry

The last Goodbye…..

Today, I am leaving my website as YAM Writer of Emotions. I had learned, experienced and feel many numerous kinds of things, feelings and got alot of information through your informative posts.

Thank you everyone, who read my words, liked it and comment on my words. I am very grateful to all of you for your inspiring comments, for your love, appreciation. It was a very artistic journey with the whole wordpress app, and it’s users.

Thank you everyone for encouraging me and your insights. I really work on the advices that all of you gave me.Thank you again.

Wish all of you a best luck for your journey ahead. And also that all of you have millions or billions to achieve, whether it is likes, readers, comments or money.

Power of space…..

We know that violence happen between people, but so does healing. That’s where it starts. So we know the power lies in people, in relationships, in a community healing itself. One of my favourite qoute by Viktor Franklin in “Man’s Search for Meaning” is;

"Between stimulus and response, there is a space."
In that space, is our power to choose our response. And in our response lies and growth and our freedom.

Our goal is to literally infiltrate the space in between violent stimulus and response, with mental health knowledge and skills. So the communities can pave their own way to healing and resilience.

Vision of eyes…

Life needs time..

Time needs a step..

Step needs a movement..

Movement needs strength..

Strength needs will..

Will needs an idea..

Idea needs a thought..

Thoughts needs a vision to see..

And vision needs your eyes..

So lift your eyes up and see.

Game of Unconsciousness…


Where is my vision? 

The unflagelated inosense of dreams
like a protagonist among trees
mere a shitle rack over creeds role
desire of being, wore like a black stones,
The game of mind, an invisible goal
without a sequence, where to Toll
The transcendent duplicity of sunflower
Now, it looks like an Unconscious shower..

Chaotic Colors…


Life maybe white, maybe black
but don't choose one to be complete.
Not every white is pure, some are like sky
which contains a darker part beyond it.
Not everyblack means dead,
some contains a lively soul beside their darker cloak..

Some wonders…

I thought that I could protect myself and make myself stronger. But I realised later this isn’t the case. In this world, alot of things are unsolvable. You don’t have the ability to protect yourself at all. When I was little, I just wanted to grow up faster and faster. That way, I can live carefree life and do as I please. I thought I was different from all the other girls that I did need hugs and protection. But then I realised, I worse than them. I’m too average. There is nothing special about me.

Being an artist….

















As a child I wasn’t aware of  a word Artist..





So I never bother to think..





But the start and continuation of steps in the wordly ladder ..





lead me toward being silent..





which born an artist..





that ended up in the art of understanding..