The vomit turned bile
the beddings stained
soiled repeatedly
Sweated profusely
followed with chills and pain.

What does inspire you?
Is it the thought of someone
who suffers from illness,
from grief of misfortune,
a lost love, a spell?

Patiently awaits
The upward dancing motion
Uniting us one
To dance around for a while
Imbed in crevice later

Array of sea glass arts
meticulously displayed with pride.
Framed art mosaics with
hues of red, blue, green, brown...
pink and the purple... the rarest

By: Imrogue
Flickering lights
illuminated my way
through the tunnel of sorrow.
Coldness in the night

A simple utterance was sweet,
Spell binding and no conceit.
Charmed by his presence,
She gladly gave her acceptance
To an Autumn Night Dance invitat

Her back could only bend so much..
'neath him she braved the peril.
Attached to the barrel
Her grasp to such.
Strength wavered,

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,

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

It was December morn,
aboard the ferry to where I was bo
It’s been ten years and I dreaded
to my sweet, ancestral home.
Saltiness in the air,