In the crowd…
As I ambled through the tight cheerful crowd, I realized how small and meaningless I was. Just a drop in the sea… A grain of sand, merely a dot. Just a bland spot on the canevas of life… Daily Prompt: Amble
Category: Prose
Her Photo Album…
All credit to Ghostwriter As I thumbed page after page looking through her photo album, lacking a photograph, or two of me, Burned them, she did tore them out of their corners removing any mention any memory of my existence, Gone was I, the times, we spent together both good and bad the view…… Continue reading Her Photo Album…
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Si tu ne me connaissais pas… Je feindrais d’être aveugle, pour découvrir ta beauté du bout de mes doigts…
I will remember…
So vividly that not one second will ever melt down into oblivion… Until I forget… But I won’t.
Bruises…
I wore your bruises proudly… It was an honor being hurt by you.
Melting…
Melting down, back to fit the mold… Little do they know I have learnt to lie, along the years. Fitting, not in my dictionary. Not anymore.
No one,
understands, nor needs to… Let me, tear up and weep with no reason. The answer only mine to understand.
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Les derniers échos, les dernières notes suspendues, pendues. Les derniers échos, la mélodie imprimée sur son cou, le coup du destin, les échos battant la mesure du temps, attends… L’habit de son âme, couvert de longues plumes un dernier désir, accordé à sa silhouette sur le carrelage un dernier écho, un dernier hommage.…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
Complex…
She comes, all claws out, hissing, growling… Ready to sink her fangs in your throat. But If you turn away, she’ll just take shelter in the dark to lick her own wounds. Fierce & feeble
True love…
True love, you give without being asked to. And you wait for without being able to demand… One of those precious things that are as pleasant to give, as it is to receive….
Cyranny's Cove 