the past draped about us like a cloak  ~ after Diana Khoi Nguyen the cloak of the past hangs so very heavy hobbles my movement through the present hides any futures I shake my head to loosen its dark folds but only flickers of light…

Planted the seeds of your love, in the dungeon of my heart, where nothing grows but pain, and blooded rose of regrets; singing a melody of dismay with the fragrance of anguish. It bloom, i bleed mentally and physically. My nose could cry a river…

drifting aimlessly the owl soars in waiting rabbits wait for death

Found myself amid buried cadavers Yet I can still hear the tunes of molten flows of oxymorons and euphemisms Addressing me as a dead poet. Am I a dead poet? I asked myself; with a deeper voice thinking it could be my obsession with metaphors…

The daffodil was still a seedling Recall that hot summer noon Mother and I cooked in the kitchen And talked about my perfect groom When the bull ignores the cow’s moo He must be frustrated and hungry too When last was his best laugh? Tell…

Good morning,   Where on this site does the prompt appear?

Good morning everyone

Politicians have to address many issues, So that, anybody is left crying with tissues. There is a need for a stable government, Where no one is left dormant.   By taking small steps in the extraordinary beginning, Every sad story has a sweet ending. Changing…

High above the sky balloons fly, Through wings of freedom, I want relief from boredom. Filling my life with vibrant pastels, Making me ecstatic and humble. Ideal for decoration, The birthday bash is an exciting day of celebration.   Enjoy & sing along, Hassle-free lifelong….

Teacher’s are the treasure of uniqueness, Who raise our morale and the wits we possess. They are my guide, role model and motivation, Like rising with powerful ambitions. Make me learn ethics & discipline, Someday, get my picture clicked with a manicuine.   As pearls…