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The kitchen staff left a slice of cake out. all the while, stacking chairs on tables, scraping the grill, through the ravenous inhale of the vacuum cleaner, it sits like an unscaled peak framed in the lights of the pass-through.
As he slowly floated to the sky The stars spelled out his name His heart, his soul all were loved But now burned with a wicked flame His hand slipped away from mine The curved, crocked and the most looked
Smoky dingy café, workmen shout and curse, she floats among the tables, tending like a nurse. She pauses when she sees me, breaks into a smile; skips behind the counter, lingers for a while. Chatting while she’s serving, shedding all
They always met at that restaurant you never saw full more waitresses than customers despite the good location the savory smell that reminded you of late fall lunch some kind of fry-up all the aunts and cousins threw together while
The sunset blazes upon the vault This afternoon dies slowly forever The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue Another episode of this life’s masquerade Comes to an end… The curtain falls… And beauteous Agnes Adoma The prima donna of
The sunset blazes ‘pon the vault, This afternoon dies slowly forever, The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue, Another episode of this life’s masquerade Comes to an end… The curtain falls… And beauteous Agnes Adoma, The prima donna of
While walking to the store, I pass by so many beautiful flowers. There is the beautiful pink roses in full bloom and oleander. As I walk further, I see the beautiful crepe myrtles with Watermelon red, pink carnation and pearly
Low and behold those creatures cried and begged while the butcher cut their heads then he sells them part by part to her delicatessen Kidney pie, liver fry, sizzling heart and brain rated for their fat Hanging in freezer rooms
Maggot-like thoughts burrow, creating Casu Marzu from curds. Turning reason into food for doubts, which suckle and multiply. Impurity concealed in greyness of cells, nourished by lack of words, Spawns malicious self-possession, no exorcist could sanctify. Spiralling desperation deepens the
Written by: Mario Vitale Shades of pine grafted in again resign Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone My meadow had a thorn certain credit The factual harm of its heartless swarm Featured within in the created design with pine
Rain on my pane, Making a mirage of raindrops, You may drizzle, Come as a downpour, Or take me into a tempest. Touch me when lonely, Weave into my heart, Dripping with comfort, Soaking the soul, In your silent ways.
Why are you afraid of deviations? It’s a natural phenomenon, When medium is changed light deviates, And the seven beautiful colors, Appear as a beautiful rainbow, Plurality is the offshoots of singularity, Let these colors play their roles, On the
A songbird sings a melancholy song Deep within a forest, dense. No one could hear it, No one around and hence, The songbird he wondered, What he was doing wrong, Should he sing it louder? Should he change the song?
1st July 1916 The roses of Picardy are blooming Red like the blood we will spill The sun shines onto the yellow wheat That drifts and flows in the summer breezes. We face the Saxons, brothers-in-arms, This quiet landscape will
Caged in the cobwebs of the past Surrounded by the tall stalagmites of blames Lying uneasy on betrayals amassed Is A vulnerable soul for whom love was no game. Splinters of Lies that hurt and bled Trust shattered, Malice brought
And then darkness descends. Full-throated with grains of void, It descends heavily like tar Down the deepest recesses Of night. Flows into its pores, choking, Deafening, blinding the eager Dark, receptive but stiff body Of a virgin night. Deflowering it
With all the affliction I lie here with my eyes closed And tears rolling down cheeks. My head throbbing with atrocious heeds and my heart burning with hatred for her. I want to forget all the pain she had left
I know I bring you satisfaction. Mad but you’re masking. Packed? I’m unpacking. You want to leave. Best believe it won’t happen. Hold on Ma. Let’s breathe and work backwards. What is the battle worth? Your tears coming after words.
In the midst of my dreams , I saw a desire floating by, It stretched its hands, Beckoning me to rescue it, But, I moved on indifferent. Time passed and I dreamt another dream, Another desire begged to me, I
Like you once said Now we, no longer whole Nor known by name Familiar once forgotten now Our thoughts our words An insubstantial haze Of weightless dust The mass and means Of what we were The remnants of our being
Tried , Recalled and Moved backward in Timeless times of Total Recall ! Tried , Tried , Tried and Tried to Recall the Timeless countless times and my words Totally Recoiled into Silence ! Silence is the Elixir now that
April ushers the summer here A period we all fear. Sweltering heat takes its toll, Dissuading any, from a stroll. The streaming rays in the morn, Heralds a warm dawn, Another steaming day, I reckon, As the days beckon. But
Twisted roots that pattern themselves in soil, are like hidden truths that always come to light. Slowly taking root in darkness, creeping ….growing towards the light. The web of deception and flowers of thorns that grow, destroy the trust of
The tree covered path had me but the light, Intrigued my senses so i pushed through the fright, Crackling branches above aging before falling through, Only one entrance, i’d prefer two. Tilting my head i seemingly entered another time.. i
Aboriginals inhabited their land They lived hand in hand No land property No hunger,’s no poverty Take what you need To sustain life with no greed Inhabitants of the continent Were simply slaughtered It was not an accident It was