Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Krystal Volney's Quotes

"Yes, there are times to assume things, but the key thing to remember- in life one ought not always make assumptions."

"There's nothing wrong with being single forever."

"Just because someone is single doesn't mean that he or she is lonely."

"There will always be those type of peope in life that will try to or cramp your style."

"True friends should not be defined by what they can do for you financially or socially but by being genuinely there for you. So many people get caught up in 'using' other individuals conveniently and only wanting to be friends for that reason. Humans by nature are selfish and mostly care about themselves before anyone else so be careful who you deem as friends. A real friend is hard to find, difficult to leave and impossible to forget."

"It doesn’t matter who you are or what you do, there will always be somebody who doesn't get you or who ponders about you in a fault-finding way. Don't try to win over those apathetic or hostile to you, because it's a fool's errand."

"It doesn’t matter in life if there are people who dislike you. Whether it's because of race, religion, ethnicity, gender, sexual preference or social class, they may find it very difficult to see you as a human being in your own right. It's possible for someone to overcome that prejudice, but it hardly ever happens, and it never happens quickly."

"Always live a peaceful and remember not to be self-righteous in life or condemn anyone because everyone's lives are different as well as many people have been through a lot. It's not an excuse to be evil but make the world a better place. If everyone was to adopt the mentality that he or she should be evil and fire bun the world, then it would be the end of civilization as we know it. Let's love and know that serenity & light is the way.
You've been through a lot, and you've also learned! Only you know that."

"Be careful in life. Sometimes your enemies can pretend to be your supporters when in reality, you see their true colors after time has passed.
Most humans have the tendency of wanting to be or feel better than others as it is their competitive nature to do so thus they may viciously try to bring you down to fulfill that desire for power, perhaps greed or veneration. They would kill to see you suffer and in most cases, would never put themselves in your position (even if you're living a good and peaceful life). Whoever you may be from whatever social backgrounds, there will always be those sort of people that will try to hurt you."

"You were born to be real, not to be 'perfect'. You're here to be you and live a peaceful & purposeful life. If they misunderstand you or try to deliberately hurt you, then they complicate things.Most individuals turn into monsters after sick experiences from crooked people but the ones who stay strong through any adversity will always be strong."

"In life, you will know who your true friends are when they can't get 'anything' from you or out of you whether it is popularity, fame or financial gain."

"May there be great peace and happiness in your lives! May society become a better place and those that are hurting deep down inside feel great about themselves and to those that hate the world as well as everything still, fight that ball of bitterness that lives within you. The world may not care about you so you have to care about yourself and take care of yourself or go to places for asylum & serenity. Don't feel ashamed or make the world give you the impression because of negative stereotypes that you shouldn't because humans are about themselves and their personal issues. At the end of the day, who knows you better than yourself? Perhaps close friends? God? But may God be a God of peace for you. And if you don't have any true friends, remember one genuine friend is better than a thousand fake friends."

"It's nobody's business where you are in your odyssey or life but yours and God's. The reality is that the world is unequal and unfair but don't despair even when you truly believe that everything is about your career and whether you persevere. Who cares whether people love you- human emotions can always change but God's love stays the same. People will call you fake, pretentious and won't wish you well in this life even if they know what hardships you've been through. Well let them walk in your shoes and see what you've been through."

"Many people will try to get on your nerves but don't let them. That's how society is- there's the bad and sadistic ones that want to hurt as well as bring you down for their sick sense of humor. Remember, you are in charge of your feelings and don't let anyone or people leave you in a state of sadness or hopelessness because that's what they want more than anything in this globe. Try to focus on what's good like fresh air and the intangible things in life."

"Whenever agitated with anyone, the best thing to do is to walk away and be surrounded with positivity. Realistically, everyone is different."

"Whenever depressed, always remember that not everyone would understand you. Let your negative experiences in life strengthen the character."

"There are many that enter into friendships and relationships with unrealistic expectations. God has taught me how to stop having high expectations in people, and instead put expectations in Him. He gives humans choices. No matter how "good", strong, or well-meaning a person may be, it's unrealistic to think that he or she can fulfill our every expectation. We live in a world where humans want power; as you can see, everything requires power from the intangible things to the tangible things. Be careful of who you trust because who they truly are, may not be who you thought they were even if you've known them for years. Sometimes the greatest backstabbers are the ones you trusted after many years and then they eventually show their true colors. Such is life."

"Anyone that expects you to be perfect will never love you for who you are until he or she comes to the realization that human beings are imperfect beings. The globe is a cold, wicked and cruel place where individuals always (in any case) put themselves first before anyone and are incapable of loving you because they can't love themselves completely. So the "inner" evil that people have to fight in order to be peaceful and good on a daily basis can give in because certain things in life are not truly flawless."

"Anyone that treats you badly in a relationship, it simply means that you tell her or him goodbye. Life shouldn't be a melancholy odyssey or one where you are always second-guessing yourself or wondering if you are special or cool in the eyes of whomever is deemed important. Many people gain strength by seeing others in distress or by belittling as well as making others look stupid. However, what is significant is true happiness not others' apperception of what it may be. Season's greetings to you."

"There comes a point in your life when you realize who really matters, who never did, and who always will."

"There's a special mystery to this life, caught in every daily breath."

"Be the best friend that you can be to your true friends."

"If you change your thoughts, you can also change your world."

"Suppose the humming stopped humming, what say you?"

"In life's journey, you will meet all sorts of characters. Always remember, never shed a tear for the heartless, corrupt or insensitive."

"Being weird is not necessarily a bad thing. Everyone sees life and humanity from various perspectives. Thus see yourself as different."

"In life, there are situations where no matter how kind, diplomatic or relatable one is there'll always be people because of their...But we ought to live our lives in our own worlds in this gigantic globe and get along with each other although not everyone."

"It is a state of mind. You either stay a caterpillar, an egg or...you become a butterfly."

"If someone hurt you, abandoned you, betrayed you..it says nothing about your meaningfulness but everything about his or her character."

"Teardrops from the constellation and luminosity beyond fantasy, picking petals from Leontopodium alpinum delivered from Romanian Carpathians."

"Discontent and impatience change nothing except our peace and joy.Peace does not dwell in outward things,but in the heart within the being."

"Keep the peace within yourselves.May your hearts be at peace perpetually."

"Being peaceful doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections."

"Inner peace creates outer peace. Always try to have peace of mind whenever you experience negative thoughts and feelings."

"Peace is ours to create for ourselves."

"Don't stress about people who don't deserve room in your heart or thoughts."

"Why compare yourself with others? No one in the entire world can do a better job of being you than you."

"Happiness will come to you when it comes from you. Others can only bring temporary happiness and not everyone understands you."

"People will always criticize. Stay upbeat and love yourself! There's nothing wrong with being different."

"There are three constants in existence... change with almost everything, choice and principles."

"There are those so filled with hatred towards themselves,humanity and life generally.Fight that ball of bitterness & hurt. You are special."

"Never question your life or its purpose. You were created for a reason. Make it a good one. Never add to the destruction of the world."

"There are alot of people hurting deep inside from experiences in life. Be strong and keep the faith. Even if it's like a flame in the dark."

"A true friend when given the opportunity, uplifts you and doesn't bring you down."

"In life, we must be thankful for the true friends who love us and care about us being happy. Some people lack the understanding of others."

"The zephyrs sang ethereal arias to the flittering Orphic butterlies in a poetic atmosphere..parasol-shaded as fanciful leaders..."

"Many people experience hatred of something in their lives but hatred & hurt are things which are toxic. It's easier said than done because some people cannot relate to you as they lack experience or have never been hurt to understand what it's like to have those sentiments. Thought for the day- try to finally let go of the hatred and hurt that lives in your heart because by doing that, eventually a spirit of serenity would take over your mind and you will realize that whoever caused you pain, was never worth it."

"Don't let whispers tell your time for they too want to see you fall.
The branches watch everything with intentions of mocking you.
They too want to see everything falling, leaves and all.
They see it fit to stand out in front of everything.
When the rain falls, they laugh to see you drained."

"Seasonal friends- they're "there for you" and only come around during seasons of life when things are going great and almost perfect. Then, when things aren't so great, you see their true colors."

"People will always let you down in life. It's human nature."

"Not everything in life is a sign."

"The worst type of friend is a double-minded person with double standards who is unstable. Inevitably, due to his or her instability, it would be shown in the friendship that he/she was a frenemy all of the time. Therefore, there are many stones in life that you may meet, but the true diamonds take time to appear."

"Never compare yourself to other people because humans were all brought into the world in different situations with dissimilar circumstances."

© 2010 Krystal Volney

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

The Flower poem

Flower so bright,
Flower so new.
Why does the humming bother you?
Spending your time, wishing you knew.
Speak with honour.
Stand with dignity.

Suppose the humming stopped humming,
What say you?
Trees look down on you and say nothing.
Let your nectar stay sweet and let the sun delight in your fashion.
The wind blows alone but it feels your presence.
Its spirit feels the fluster of your petals.
Trying to grasp onto one. Just one.
Till it realizes that you stand firm.


Your leaves whisper sweet nothings,
Proclaiming your fun and varying colour.
Pretty with no inside jollifies the leaves when falling down.
Don't let whispers tell your time for they too want to see you fall.
The branches watch everything with intentions of mocking you.
They too want to see everything falling, leaves and all.
They see it fit to stand out in front of everything.
When the rain falls, they laugh to see you drained.
They dry faster more than anything.
But don't wilt flower.
Flowers are meant to stay beautiful.

© 2010 Krystal Volney

Talk­ing about the po­em: (The ex­pla­na­tion & ex­tend­ed thought)

It refers metaphor­i­cal­ly to in­di­vid­u­als (both wom­en and men) that are seen as the flow­er (with ra­di­ant petals and nec­tar).

The green leaves are filled with chloro­phyll(that illustrate en­vy) and are split typically in­to two halves on the leaf & as well as the back and front of the leaf mean­ing two-​faced peo­ple with lines on them re­lat­ing to com­pli­ments (en­vi­ous per­sons).™ Green in this scenario demonstrates envy although the colour green in other cases symbolizes learning, growth and harmony.

"Pretty with no inside" can be elucidated through comprehending that each society has a different view of what is "pretty" poetically such as the Padaung Hill Tribe (women) or fitness (men) because there are multifarious species of flower on the earth. Without an inside representing nectar after the hummingbird has taken away the nectar or tried to sabotage the flower, the leaves become jollified as the seasons change.

The green leaves are jol­li­fied when the flow­er has no in­side which dis­plays the change from green to red & yel­low colour in au­tumn at the time of leaf fall, em­blem­at­ic for hap­pi­ness, pow­er and en­light­en­ment.™ The branch­es deal with those who are rough in men­tal­i­ty & ruth­less who are not blown away by beau­ty, (often attract­ing & entertaining friends such as snakes that coil and wrap around them). The trees ex­press old­er and more 'ma­ture' in­di­vid­u­als who have been ex­is­tent for cen­turies( stress­ing on the ma­tu­ri­ty and ex­pe­ri­ence) or in decades (human life ex­pectan­cy with ex­pe­ri­ence at hand). The 'hum­ming' refers to the sounds of the hum­ming bird which is metaphorical IN PO­ET­RY & in this par­ticular sit­u­a­tion for peo­ple who are 'haters' con­not­ing that the flow­er has both out­ward beau­ty & sweet nec­tar (sweet in­te­ri­or rep­re­sen­ta­tive in the world for flair, tal­ent, great personality or just in general some­thing good about them based on per­ception); there will be en­vy ex­pect­ed, fuss and gos­sip as well in so­ci­ety be­cause of its rep­u­ta­tion. The dra­ma!!! The hum­ming bird goes by most flow­ers as most have nec­tar. The wind deals with the cold-​heart­ed and lone­ly peo­ple in the world that de­sire to feel the en­er­gy of the petals. The flow­er is often mocked by the branch­es be­cause flow­ers are pre­sent everywhere around the planet. The leaves are always whispering and hoping that the flower will fall as well.

However, in the end it ought not fall apart. The sun is the star of the so­lar system delighting in the fashion of the flower and its poise in Spring.

(This was the first poem written in the year 2010).

© 2010 Krystal Volney

Follow the Fashion poem

To a world of evolutionary fashion, I held my hands open
With a sighting and time compass.
Closing one’s eyes, speak’st I of chronicles
Which took one into a world from the past.
Inside a canvas of Nattier, danced I with La Camargo
Being led by Marie-Madeleine Guimard.
Wearing our romantic tutus, for an ethereal genius
Of ballet fanning with a group of playing cards
Zephyrs formed phalanges twisting and twirling,
Before doing the arabesque penchée in the Archduchess’s yard.


Before Marie Antoinette, beneath the fluffy cumuli with her ‘robe a la polonaise’
As an enchantress,
Into an atmosphere of haute couture in Versailles’ royal glamour,
Hoopskirts and whalebone corsets,
Heights of fantasy in a setting of aristocracy doing a battement développé
As in a painting from Degas.

Thrusting Rosa Canina and Rosa Synstylae around
While wearing an empire silhouette as a Neo-classic actress,
Alluring Mr. and Mrs. William Hallett along with Madame de Pompadour
Robed in her embroidered gown.
Changing one’s pace into the Belle Époque in Paris
Greeting ladies with elaborate parasols curtseying down;

Sweet Stradivarius sounds came in a scene of enlightenment and Romanticism,
Dripped with lace to polished prettiness.
Pirouetting before the harem girls draped in flowing pantaloons
And turbans with vivid colours in the shadowy mist.
Spinning with the compass with my oculi closed,
In Japan we appear before powder-faced geishas in exotic kimono.
And so I meet the men dressed in Hakamas,
Getas and textured fabrics holding datejimes standing in a row.

Holding Aubrieta deltoidea intimately with Jeanne Paquin in Buenos Aires, Madrid and London
Admiring the fashions of pastel and tailored day dresses,
Inhaling the air with shimmers of light and fun;
Of great significance, we met Jacques Doucet,
In a galaxy of frills and lace ruffles- the colour of faded flowers.

Sipping cups of ‘Thés des Poètes Solitaires’ from Mariage Frères,
While discussing fashion philosophy with the ancient master of fashion design.
Speaking words so kind, in the sublime glamour of the night with intentions so benign,
Under the moonshine, the compass pointed to Venice to the couture house of Mariano Fortuny
And swinging one’s arms so passionately, spiraling in a tea gown pleated exquisitely.
Hammering one’s fists to classical repertoire from a group of Russians playing Tchaikovsky,
Staring at the aqueous reflections of the Venetian lagoon,
In the garment that Marie Anne de Cupis de Camargo wore
Gown of finest silk- the Elements of Mexican cochineal, indigo from the Far East and Breton straw.


A cheerful dance of Charleston and Shimmy
Meeting the Golden age of fashion in the 1920’s,
Situated in a party of dresses with long trains to above the knee pinafores as hibiscus keys.
What zing in the compass wheeling uncontrollably and vibrancy in our adventurous personalities.
Feather boas, embroidery, cloche hats, flapper styles and showy accessories.
Inside a room with a Steinway piano playing itself,
There stood Gabrielle Bonheur adorned in dozens of Akoya pearls.
Delighted at her expensive simplicity, I listened to her fashion philosophy and vogue metaphysics-
Consciousness in the decade, smiling at the little black dress, bob hairstyles, jersey knit as one twirls.

Saying hello to Jean Patou with style of originality,
Mixture of luxury and practicality.
Taking the position of ‘attitude en pointe’,
Like Dudinskaya to his menswear in an increasing mood of informality.
Short suit jackets, knickers, tuxedos, heels and swaying into the 1930’s with ease,
Picking the Kalmia latifolia in a garden of Ericaceae, I whirled in a lobster dress from Elsa Schiaparelli.
Posed I as an antique statue,
Inspiring a timeless and beautiful evening gown outstretching one’s arms with glee.
O Madeleine Vionnet, how the ladies loved her as they bobbed to the Queen of the bias cut
And walking with a strut,
Her garments came to life as the chiffon, silk, and Moroccan crepe mingled,
Creating an astonishingly poised and titillating effect, presenting a flowing and elegant line as one tingled.


The December twilight romanced the dinner with my companion and I,
Authorizing fresh winter winds.
Our necks covered with handmade printed silk square scarves from Hermès,
While holding a ‘Kelly bag’.
We walked with held hands in this faraway land;
Our ears tightly devoted to clarinets and C melody saxophone pins.
Clutching his body, we did a jitterbug after a few Hemingway Daiquirís when so suddenly,
I pirouetted leaving my love behind,
Into the arms of Christian Dior I fell in early 1953 in a different society
Being introduced to the sheer sophistication of style and feminine elegance of his dresses in a fabric sea.

Whirling with the compass into a time capsule to another fashion house
Of the frugal prince of luxury.
What evidence was greater than his apparent individuality and inventiveness
To the legendary Cristobal Balenciaga Esagri.
High waisted and chemise dresses underlining his mastery of fashion design-
Celebrated as one of the few couturiers in fashion history at the height of his artistry.

I smiled when I saw Audrey Hepburn tasting Oolong tea,
Gracefully with Jacqueline Kennedy, wearing alabaster Betinna blouses from the house of Givency.
It’s a wonderful thing to smile in style and as I confess, going through a different door of time-
Wandering in a setting with Hollywood designers passing by,

In the 1950’s creating fashion allurement for Grace Kelly while savoring Sicilian wine.
I shall fast forward as I sigh, having acknowledged the fashion of the 1960’s, 1970’s and the 1980’s.
O birth of mini-skirts dared the legs of women meet from Mary Quant,
And revolutionary yet exquisite tuxedo suits for ethnic models from Yves Saint Laurent.


Three o’clock on a March afternoon, twisting my torso I met Dame Margot Fonteyn,
As we performed fouettés en tournant before a group of bell-bottomed hippies sitting at a wall fountain.
The air smelt like deep pink Magnolia blossoms and Classic white gardenia crown jewels on a full moon.
And at midnight, she partnered with Rudolf Nureyev,
As they did in the Kingdom of shades to the Danse de cygnes tune.
Gripping my time compass, in this lunar state I had already said hello to movements of Glam rock,
Broad shouldered designs, Pop-Art inspired jackets in the futuristic universe of Christian Lacroix,
In the world of haute couture. Human Papilionidae draped in the clinging style of Donna Karan
And the simple sophistication of Ralph Lauren in the future.

If one were to say, after the dancing and sipping teacups of lovely tea through ages of space,
From the days of short skirts made of sweat shirting, leotards, headbands, and leg warmers from Norma Kamali.
Phenomenal stilettos strutting the streets and over the knee boots from Manolo Blahnik,
Along with impeccable wild animal print attire,
Signature patchworks and flowery superfluities from Just Cavalli.
Time transcended into the shower-dress being worn by the best, car dresses from Karl Lagerfeld
In the fashion fest.
Speeding in a SSC Ultimate Aero, a fashionista followed the fashion in Gucci with “Jackie O” as her side kick.
Shall I express the latest quest of flamboyant extravagance in Milan and luxurious fabrics from Prada,
While holding a Japanese sandalwood fan being entertained by women in a large display of Buchaechum.


Standing at a busy street in the midsummer night stood La Camargo,
Wearing a dazzling red DVF wrap dress, flirting with a gentleman suited in Armani Collezioni from Chicago,
His mystery was in his grin as his slow breaths caressed the air, clutching her body beneath the nebulae.
Staring into the spinning time compass, we disappeared through another door inhaling winter whiffs on a frigid day.
Converses with a crowd of denizens attired in black sheered mink furs from the house of Posen,
Being taken to an ice château by a pack of snow wolves from Alaska that had been chosen.

Tenebrous morning brought shouts from strangers in the distance warmly dressed in LV leopard fur threads,
I suppose their fuzzy heads were ready to sleep in permafrost igloo beds.
And in my bungalow I lay with my time compass in my hands after visiting various lands
To seize every memory, holding them dear to my heart whilst having accepted that we had to part.

© 2010 Krystal Volney

Monday, November 1, 2010

The Bubo Scandiacus

My feathered friend from the frigid Antarctican end,
Sitting on a cirrus cloud in the Terra Australis posing wondering when,
My dear feathered friend Armstrong née Stockholm
With his black and white feathers shall depart into the skies and roam.

Dotted yellow eyes searching the icy lands dressed in his daily best
Replenishing his every breath, waving his heroic sovereign wings
Here I stand patiently on a polar ice cap, awaiting his return in the sombre winter's quest
Taking the form of a seaplane, his growth extended into one of the greatest kings
To collect me from danger with Ptolemy on his back flying along with his family Strigidae
As he lifts me off my feet in brumal sleep in this resolution and adventure on this special day.

Searching the South Pole on the harfang's wings I fly o'er the Vinson Massif
Frostbitten hands taking charge gliding in the distance toward remnants of Gondwana
Into a land of emperor penguins with elaborate eyelashes through the Aurora Australis
A postcard scene, against the strong kabatic winds sat our fantasy glacier fortress on Lake Vostok
Heartwarming waves of Colobanthus quitensis on display before fireworks of Sigma Octantis.

Thrilling optical phenomenons and charming illusions of bliss
Spins in a wildly fanciful Apocalypse in versatile winter's kiss
Krek Krek, prek prek my hooting owl goes proudly holding his thick plumage
In an austere fashion beneath Jupiter's moon we danced before Europa's southern cage
Mesmerized so deeply thrown, we witnessed a cataclysmal avalanche from the Pacific Ring of Fire
Fictions of Mount Erebus's mighty mouth, on Armstrong's back fleeing the phonotephrite lava flows enraged.

Fleeing on this chaotic stage, o'er anorthoclase crystals in a solar eclipse
Commander and leader of the iceberg armies beneath Mount Terror's furious lips
Phantasmagoria slumbering in a community of cirrocumuli castellanus with my bubo scandiacus
Fantasies and deathless romances in an ocean of permafrost diamonds through nature's fuss
Galloping in the open air as fearless naginatas in a battle of Samurai away from snowy waterfalls
Hovering on his wings covering the alkaline waters,
As two-dimensional silhouettes overlooking an earthly baptism of ice.

Saluting our audiences of Aptenodytes forsteri wearing coronals of heat
Landing safely on a frigid board of dominoes on the East Antarctic Ice Sheet.
Opening his eyes widely like French rococo bracket clocks seeking eternity,
Meritorious of adoration, chasing lemmings and hopes of frozen immortality.
Spreaded arms like Commerson's dolphin flippers on moving ice opposing daylight's vice.

Acrobats at the Cirque Fernando in an oil painting of Renoir,
On centennial time scales of epic aftermath opening doors of new beginnings
Quivering in wintertide's beastly embrace, blowing puffs of nipping air in our adventure's convex face
Imperishable truths of our inextinguishable flames as trusted friends taking flight in the scene of snowy white's haste.
Into the frosty wilderness, carried like a phosphorescent package toward his nest of edacious owlets.

Pennons curved in the form of a V, spinning as a polar vortex blanketing my body's skin
Undresses his feather suit draping me with crafty gloved hands sheltering from the weather's windy tin whistles
Fitful bursts of energy from the sinister gelidness as his physique desireth summery kilts,
Responding to an assemblage of astrophysicists making cacophonous booms from pistols.

Visions in the twilight of stellar dynamics and foamy textures of galaxy globular clusters
Pointing whilst analyzing through magnetohydrodynamics the empyrean Hubble flows
On a flocculent cloud rested Michael Faraday awaiting his safeguard from Stockholm's heroic flurries
As the milieu played tricks on his cognizance, disappearing in an electric flash without any worries.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Greetings everyone.

Krystal Victoria Gabrielle Volney is an award-winning West Indian writer.
She is Trinidadian-Dominican. As a child she often wrote short stories and songs as a hobby but kept them private. Her favourite novels were the Nancy Drew files, the Babysitter's Club, the Sherlock Holmes books and The Famous Five. The poetess and playwright writes both female and male poetry in categories such as fashion, romance, the environment and children's poetry.The poetess has been a member of the New Zealand Poetry Society since 2011 while starting in the year of 2010. She views humans as both monarch and emperor butterflies because of the transformation from an egg into a butterfly showcasing the metamorphosis as various stages of one's experiences throughout life. Her analysis states that as a result of the prodigious difference between each human being in the global society, experiences differ and some persons mature into butterflies while some remain at a particular stage permanently at various points in their longevity. The contemporary poetess's character is floral. In the 21st century, this meant that one consisted of many petals and each petal told a different story of who she was. She saw tiger lily and hibiscus flowers as demonstrating what it meant to be a woman and a lady.

Her influences and muses have been Mozart, Van Gogh, Emily Dickinson and Claude Monet.

Hello readers, literature lovers, fellow poets/poetesses, FASHION LOVERS,and fellow fans/supporters!
Krystal Volney started writing poetry in late 2010 as a hobby. The works were published in the first poetry book 'Cosmos and Spheres'. She finished her second poetry book in late 2012 and it will be available online & in bookstores in 2013.
Also, she's a playwright and journalist.
Furthermore,the poetess is currently studying international relations, metaphysics and computing so her time is divided among the activities.
The female and male poetry is divided into the categories of 1. fashion 2. romance 3. nature and the environment 4. children

THOUGHTS IN A MINOR (A poem for abused people)- Serbia, Uzbekistan and Worldwide
THE BEAUTY- (Renaissance Europe)
PARIS'S PEARLS (France, Egypt)
ADMONITION TO FLORAL COMBATIVENESS (Prussia, Sweden, Malaysia, Sri Lanka)
THE STEELPAN (Trinidad and Tobago)
THE HIBISCUS (Australia, Tahiti, Caribbean)
SCARLET IBIS (Trinidad, Venezuela, Brazil)
HEIGHTS (Switzerland)
LOVELY ( Shanghai)
THE ARTISTIC ECLECTIC ( Greece- children's poem)
THE GRUDGE (China, Milan, The Mediterranean, Slovenia and worldwide)
THE SWAN ROMANCE ( Prague, Switzerland)
LA MIA STELLA BRILLANTE (Maldives,Plage de la Bouillabaisse,Roman Caparthians...)
THE DOLPHIN SYMPHONY- children's poem (Caribbean, Costa Rica)
THE FUNKY URBANITE (children's poem)
THE PROMISE (Groot-Zundert)
THE GLOVE ( Italy)
THE ROSE (West Indies, Japan)


(The book was not written about herself)