Alone With My Thoughts.

I wrote this poem in February, when a friend of mine introduced me to a site similar to WordPress, only it was for poetry, instead of blogging: Deep Underground Poetry it’s called. I don’t quite remember what kind of mental and emotional state I was in at the time, and I certainly don’t remember what…

Hidden in the trees, the madness of the Maldives.

The Maldives. What is it that you first think of when you hear that (well, in this case, read that)? The sun? Beautiful landscapes? How about white-sand beaches? Do you know what I think of when I now hear the word Maldives? I think injustice. Ignorance. Dystopia. Today in the paper (The Metro. Source will…

Daniel Pelka, RIP.

I don’t believe that seriously smacking your child should be condoned, even if it’s just a cultural thing, I say it’s wrong no matter what the circumstance. So for Daniel’s parents to willingly abuse him is utterly unfathomable and I will never forgive them for their evil ways. According to the reports they force-fed the…