20150814
Her young soul shrouded with apprehension. A short trip home was like a million miles away. She rushed into the room
You are the sweetest melody that awaken my senses— perfect for symphony, that elated my ecstasy. You are the sweetest touch
A set of plates on the table remained untouched. The food’s gone cold. The candle wicks kept burning... flickering lights barely
My heart beats in organized fleet, Perfect timing in every beat. It’s faster... lifted me to limere… Since you came to my senses! I will have to swear no pretenses.
Treacherous storms, unabated perils, unguarded from thunders, then, lightning struck! From the nest that never swayed
Borrowed Time By: Imrogue In time, memories fade... but, I… Some memories may pain me and some… We are graced with borrowed time a…
You are a swan with grace kissed by moonbeam— Casting your reflection upon a tranquil lake in this glorious summer night.
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
What does inspire you? Is it the thought of someone who suffers from illness, from grief of misfortune, a lost love, a spell?
Good Tidings By: Imrogue Bring good tidings this Season th… Chaotic minds, may peace come to y… Hope in hearts embrace it well,
Today, I realized your voice has… Deeper than usual. Isn't that str… When I caught your quirky smile, you walked away; that's not your s… "Let me feel your forehead."
Sitting on the rock, Continued his pleading croaks. Princess, where are you?
by: Imrogue Pitter-patter of raindrops... right above the rooftop At the bottom of the rain spout... the barrel awaits for every drop.
I packed to Oz late afternoon... in rainbow-colored hot air balloon I said goodbye to nobody... wearing something oh so gaudy! I landed on the Munchkin land...
The “Weeping Willow” tree— in Spring, I’d like to see! Its name may sound so sad, Somehow, it makes me glad! Swaying gracefully on its frame