Peevish little thing. Touch that seeps through Wrapping softly you Slowly, through and through. Wind that blows your hair Chills that are in air That hot pent-up… Read more ““So Close””
Dwell, you should dwell on it Breathe, as lungs fill with chill Catch, last of thin tail of it Your dreams and goals – make them real.
Two poetry pieces :
In parroting motion I keep my devotion By checking for letter Of one known creator Who strives by the latter Of endless propriety
Original Poetry The breath of wind in the chilled air, Soft breeze during night flare Darting up to the stars at eleven past To become like a… Read more “Breathe – Night Air”
Climb down again, fall like a log, Expecting night to flow.. Another turn, another day We’re doomed again to draw.
Head full of dreams and goals, with some things spinning out of control. Would you travel the world with me? Would you be willing to be aroused… Read more ““It spins like Mary-go-Round in my head””
With all my worries now flowing out and making me all weird and excited and buzzy, I can say that alas this book is done! This part… Read more “Shaking, Thrilling, Exciting”
Heavy breathing, as she ran away. Rain just finished up leaving puddles around on the road, having everything grey, enhanced in colour contrast and wet. She kept… Read more ““Endlessly…” – she said”
Chapter XXIII No longer in focus Entrance to this forsaken place was guarded by some sort of ghouls. All this menace was left to Ary to… Read more “CHAPTER 23 (XXIII) OF PARALLELS”