Triangular sunflowers littering those various...
linking morning to night again tonight...
Out of my control
but still haunts me...
It's not the way one writes or the way one feels.
It's the way a writer takes the reader into a...
2014-02-14 01:05
Misguided...
Noise
My head has become clockwork...
Reflection is an enigmatic concept;
a 15 by 30 mirror frames my figure...
I wake up... with a headache,
unaware of the main cause...
I curled up in bed between
my sheets and the moonlight...
God witnessed my defeat, today,
while I lost one more battle...
Pomengranate pulp
Stains delicate virgin's flesh...
A reflection of emptiness he was
His life always put on pause...
Flesh tares in spiralling shapes,
stained beliefs drop in drips...