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

Warm days of summer brought rain f… Wet shirts and trousers hanging at… Wild and boisterous laughters hear… Warm smiles of children at play... Wet and sweaty faces on display...

Turn me into a driftwood... to drift towards the shore. On the sand I’ll lay; Don’t let waves carry me away. When the sun comes up,

scrabmled words in her head ss-stut– tering, garbled

The crimsoned branches of the plum… stretching out vertically, The pears’ luscious greens flutter… as the breeze tickles the branchin… The grape vine’s sprouting leaves

In her statuesque beauty, A figure so grotesque, I can see.… She was meticulously carved with c… But a darkened soul inside shrieki… Layers of contrite, mournful devou…

A set of plates on the table remained untouched. The food’s gone cold. The candle wicks kept burning... flickering lights barely

At the blue birdhouse in the yard, mother Chickadee’s on guard atop a dragonfly chime. Awaiting for opportune time— She flies back and forth to her ne…

The vomit turned bile the beddings stained soiled repeatedly Sweated profusely followed with chills and pain.

I’ll do it for You By: Imrogue Everything I do... I’ll do it for You. Yes, It’s easy to say

December months bring rains and st… They are called monsoons. A child trotted along behind her They trudged muddy thoroughfare, Searching a place of communication…

A quick glimpse of him As we passed each other... To the barracks ... questions to be answered. He was tied, no sense to fight.

Tonight, through my window, a glimpse of your silvery light dawned upon the grassy fill of this earth. Your quaintness

by: Imrogue She succumbed to the roughest touc… over and over again... She was aware, but remained still.… overwhelmed with repulsion...