photo credit to Kevin Trotman (The Rocketeet on Flickr)
by: Imrogue She succumbed to the roughest touc… over and over again... She was aware, but remained still.… overwhelmed with repulsion...
The crimsoned branches of the plum… stretching out vertically, The pears’ luscious greens flutter… as the breeze tickles the branchin… The grape vine’s sprouting leaves
I dance with Rumi tonight Under the blood moonlight When the earth casts its shadow To the moon above, I rid my sorro… We talk about an ancient lore...
Have you heard of a writer’s block… I wondered... I thought it was a… Suddenly, I’m taken aback... Inflicted and being attacked! Let’s watch the clock.............…
walls expand between us— cobwebs of misery entrap us—
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
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
I feel for those tormented souls, in the pit of unescapable ghouls. With serrated tongues that bind tightly, human souls resigned... In their deep melancholy and desol…
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…
In the hallway, she sat in her cha… as if waiting for someone to ackno… The blank stare and weary look in… manifested long lived years. Her thin lips almost drawn to a sl…
Warm days of summer brought rain f… Wet shirts and trousers hanging at… Wild and boisterous laughters hear… Warm smiles of children at play... Wet and sweaty faces on display...
Click, clack, click, clack Lonely click-clack of an old clock Above the column of this room, Recessed to the wall as if entombe… I took the key to wind the clock
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…
In the darkness she lets out roars as she succumbs to her weakness Her savage thoughts
The marmalade sky Extends to the horizon Violets and blues Shaded the canvas’ hues Sun...sets incredibly soon.