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The rice laid on the mat, While it dried under the sun. I sat on my father’s lap, as I read from book of John. My sister played nearby
by: Imrogue She succumbed to the roughest touc… over and over again... She was aware, but remained still.… overwhelmed with repulsion...
Today, we build the stage out of cinder blocks. We’ll use a stick for her scepter and a sheet for her cape. Intertwined honey suckle vines
Patiently awaits The upward dancing motion Uniting us one To dance around for a while Imbed in crevice later
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…
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,
Her young soul shrouded with apprehension. A short trip home was like a million miles away. She rushed into the room
Tonight, through my window, a glimpse of your silvery light dawned upon the grassy fill of this earth. Your quaintness
Good Tidings By: Imrogue Bring good tidings this Season th… Chaotic minds, may peace come to y… Hope in hearts embrace it well,
I remembered the rise and fall of… that gloomy afternoon... I took a closer look at you in the hospital bed where you lay.… Your beautiful face was swollen
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
Sing me a song of love and fate. Devoid of exhaustion from contenti… The wall had appeared... keeping permanence...I fear Save me from anguish I feel.
The warmth and coolness of sand enveloped my bare feet. The silky feel of pure whiteness, rubbed my skin to the top of my fe… Atop the dunes, majestic horizon
Her back could only bend so much..… 'neath him she braved the peril. Attached to the barrel Her grasp to such. Strength wavered,
Along the dark alleys, Through their constant lies. Among bigots and hypocrites. Knives on his back as they spit On the ground he bellowed from the…