Thoughts... deep in the abyss— mumbled to self as she listened; unknown to none but herself. The songs they sung played in the background—
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;
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
A set of plates on the table remained untouched. The food’s gone cold. The candle wicks kept burning... flickering lights barely
In her statuesque beauty, A figure, so grotesque I can see.… She was meticulously carved with c… But a darkened soul inside shrieki… Layers of contrite, mournful devou…
I’m OLD By Imrogue I can’t see far When I drive my car— I can’t see near—
Someone loomed from nowhere— A better glimpse failed her— Her breath was heavy between anticipation and trepidation—
Christmas eve carolers sing from d… As children sing along by the Cap… Up above the balcony, lined up in… Christmas is here! Children’s smi… String bands paraded with pride—
December months bring rains and st… They are called monsoons. A child trotted along behind her They trudged muddy thoroughfare, Searching a place of communication…
I walked the blackened sand beach of what gave me comfort and sorrow… Yesterday, the tide was high, and now it has subsided... Seaweeds and seashells
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…
I walked through the threshold of… In that place, sanity became obsol… I walked the path and hardly disce… The theatrical web’s pantomime’s d… I felt the angsts in chaos like bl…
I saturated my being with all thei… I swam across the thoughts they sh… Finding the meaning of it all... Will there be one? I wonder. In the remnants of my memories,
Turn me into a driftwood... to drift towards the shore. On the sand I’ll lay; Don’t let waves carry me away. When the sun comes up,
His piercing hazel blues stared ba… Searching for her lost soul... He was there to save her from madness that left her in torm… He was there to hold her hands