Some dried ink on dried leaves
Inspiration strikes us untimely just like love. After one month of this writer’s block, I am trying to madly gamble with some of my ideas and words.…… Read more “Dusty Lane”
Naked dreams on crumbled sheets Shredded winter light slowly passing over Last traces fading into the darkness of his bedroom As the night silently settles atop his…… Read more “Succubus”
The bitter fading coffee stains
Gaze above and watch a skillful sky Crafting the edges of your destiny Or watch the stars par your will in layers Until you become what you’re…… Read more “Cosmic Comic”
Time’s just passed Those stories came to an end How this farewell seemed impossible a few years ago How every road finally has a bend. Stars above…… Read more “Summer Holds A Secret, Winter Awaits In Hope”
Will this world rob her out of her purity? A mother shares her anxiety for her young spirited child.
We find ourselves when we trace the salt tracks of our tears.
Something waits for her in the middle of the night. How long will she be able to fool it?