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
A knock at the door... I courteously opened I received... I obliged.. Thoughts flowed with mine...
I walked the blackened sand beach of what gave me comfort and sorrow… Yesterday, the tide was high, and now it has subsided... Seaweeds and seashells
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…
I’m OLD By Imrogue I can’t see far When I drive my car— I can’t see near—
by: Imrogue She succumbed to the roughest touc… over and over again... She was aware, but remained still.… overwhelmed with repulsion...
Checkered pieces of land can be seen from above... million puzzles: pieces in green, red and brown flats, stitched together
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
Through your eyes unimaginable truth resides Deep in the ocean floor’s unreachable tides. Lying down deep below,
Find me reasons to be true to my heart You broke it once, twice... keeping my eyes forever blind.
You are a swan with grace kissed by moonbeam— Casting your reflection upon a tranquil lake in this glorious summer night.
Whisper to me softly and caress me gently with your hope of dreams for us tomorrow... Let us listen to nightbirds
Sitting on the rock, Continued his pleading croaks. Princess, where are you?
In the darkness she lets out roars as she succumbs to her weakness Her savage thoughts
Tonight, through my window, a glimpse of your silvery light dawned upon the grassy fill of this earth. Your quaintness