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

The proud man came to preach
endlessly he speaks
of life he’d rather
choose to
second

The Drying Tree
By: Imrogue
Pine needles brittled—
The tree’s tall—remains upright—
So still and hopeful—

You are the sweetest melody
that awaken my senses—
perfect for symphony,
that elated my ecstasy.
You are the sweetest touch

You carved your words
into my heart—
You may release
the dagger now

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.............

Tip tap tip tap echoed in my sanct
Each day comes extra ordinarily
When I swim across the ocean of p
Filled with new lights for words a
Many were in deep melancholy

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

Lost in my deep,
sweet reverie,
beautiful voice
singing a song...
accompanied

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