"Zwijgen Voor Altijd"Within these walls,memory claws again—talons once rakedthrough tender skin.The bars still holdtheir verdict tight.The sound of bootsin narrow hallsmarks a rhythmtoo sharp to forget.Each strike recallsthe sentence spoken.Two figures bend low,eyes narrowed,searching shadowsfor a place to breathe.Their...

“More Than Scribbles” The pen does not speak— it holds its silence in a chamber, a reservoir where sentences float unformed, dark rivers stalled before the mouth of paper. Each droplet is a thought waiting for gravity’s compunction, a poem in liquid pause, its capillary compression held at the narrow...

Smoke curls along the alley,  and in the shifting haze  a mural dragon stares down,  its scales chipped,  yet the gaze still remains—  a watcher above the street.    A café door swings open,  voices spill into the night,  debating ethics over bitter coffee,  their words rising,  then breaking apart  like...