The vomit turned bile the beddings stained soiled repeatedly Sweated profusely followed with chills and pain.
When I am mad, I hate everyone! 'Can’t help it, what a big annoyan… Holding anger, no fun for one. I’d rather hold it or might hurt s… Since, I can’t wish ill-will to s…
Words radiated with intensity, With great ardor for poetry... Faced with sorrow and agony, He poured his soul incessantly. He spoke about his troubled heart;
walls expand between us— cobwebs of misery entrap us—
I swim in my tears day after day while distant shore awaits quicksand to another realm. I balance on the rope across life’s ragged-edged cliff.
Sickle tools done their jobs Farmers gathered their crops Between fields and laithe Foraging continued though late. Day in, day out... they sowed...
I want to lunge at it with full force– to rip it apart until there’s nothing left of it– To never lay eyes on it again
He struggled for years... Hiding someone’s smears. Held on to painful tears Never learned to deal with fears. Carrying on with scathe,
In time, I leave my place... Detaching connection from the base… Pulling away is my norm To defy and not to conform. The 'wind witch’ is on the roll,
By: Imrogue The night was still... Bewitched by the magical spell of tender moments together...
You are a swan with grace kissed by moonbeam— Casting your reflection upon a tranquil lake in this glorious summer night.
By: Imrogue Bring her flowers, bring her pies.… Some dandelions, but not blowflies… Pick up a stick, she won’t even mi… She’ll appreciate whatever you may…
Up on the Aratiles tree, the little girl shouted to thee. “Red berries are now ready, get the basket, come and see!” Under the Aratiles tree,
The “Weeping Willow” tree— in Spring, I’d like to see! Its name may sound so sad, Somehow, it makes me glad! Swaying gracefully on its frame
I could see the lonesome tree. Under draping branches, I did see… Thou held thy straw hat; and waved it for a halt. Thy sweet whisper in my ear