. Here lies,The very spiritOf fall…The magical change of colors,Giving the dropping temperaturesA somehow warm twist…The earthy smell,As we walk the roadsIn cold autumn’s rain…The cracking soundOf your frail body getting crushed Under random pedestrians’ soles. . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
. Hey! How can this bee?How can October rhyme withFlower… How? Oh, How…? P.S. Someone got a new cell phone today. With a better camera… A much better camera! . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
. My bubble, So fragile yet so comforting… Sweet shuttle, Cutting me from the surroundings. Oasis, Little piece of Heaven, Amidst the crisis I stand unshaken… Almost. I think. Maybe I just play fools, Your contours I ink What can I say, I’m just very Cool.
. Hot water streams, Along her curbs Lonely rivers, Washing out the dirt… And she wonders If he wishes he could watch, Hoping for a silhouette Hoping he could catch A glimpse, in the middle of All that that steam, Of a sweet fantasy Meant to be just for him… Androgynous beauty Hiding behind the…… Continue reading Silhouette…
. It is a very human thingTo imagine that We can rule timeWith words…Days, weeks,Months, seasons…September.Autumn. Flowers are muchMuch wiser…They just waitFor the sun to rise,And if it is warm enough…They bloom. . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired;…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
. Oh, Night… Obscure refuge For the haunted Minds. I crave you From dawn to dusk, Relentlessly. Wrapped in your Black velvet robe, I free my Most precious thoughts, Bright fireflies Discreet shooting stars… Because only In your hands Does light find Its true meaning…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Inspiration… (September 17th FFF)
. How could INot absolutely love a rainy day?When the sun’s gone,The snailsCome out to play…. . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a baby snail, with white millet seeds, to show you how tiny he is, hehehe.
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and…… Continue reading Lonely She… (August 27th FFF)
. . I see it…Through yourThick make upThrough your longLong sleeves.I hear it…Despite yourSealed lips,Your very soulScreams.I feel it…The vicious fearThat makes You stepWhen he’s at your heels.I know…The empty promisesAnd the flowersAre just a band aidOn a wound that won’t heal.Yet there you stand,Blind,Deaf,Numb andClueless.But Love never Should hurt,Yours isn’t a relationship,Honey, it’s a…… Continue reading Love shouldn’t…
Cyranny's Cove 