He hurled his contemptuous insult With regards to nothing. She played and danced with the tun… and they both roared in laughter. They smoked the house with thicker
What does inspire you? Is it the thought of someone who suffers from illness, from grief of misfortune, a lost love, a spell?
The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—
Looking for answers— Same questions, always asked— In the darkness
Thoughts... deep in the abyss— mumbled to self as she listened; unknown to none but herself. The songs they sung played in the background—
The marmalade sky Extends to the horizon Violets and blues Shaded the canvas’ hues Sun...sets incredibly soon.
Treacherous storms, unabated perils, unguarded from thunders, then, lightning struck! From the nest that never swayed
Valued golds on display... Holding your scepter as you sway. Declared synopsis of the game... Devalued pawns, for you...they are… In your throne of deceit,
No Absolution By: Imrogue She left the room with unsteady gait. Her heavy heart wept for him
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,
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
by: Imrogue Pitter-patter of raindrops... right above the rooftop At the bottom of the rain spout... the barrel awaits for every drop.
He struggled for years... Hiding someone’s smears. Held on to painful tears Never learned to deal with fears. Carrying on with scathe,
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—
A knock at the door... I courteously opened I received... I obliged.. Thoughts flowed with mine...