They make legends, stories About beauty and beast To explain their worries To make hopes and believes Such a story told by my grandma About
Category: Lace & Leather
“During Owl Hour” [poetry]
Like a picture from a movie When surroundings feel so groovy Shine of bottles on the shelves Bar feels polished by house elves Gentleman who
“Tiger Wonder” [poetry]
Faint strokes of brush catch the ear So delicate, so easily to disappear Then there’s shuffle of soft socks on the floor The owner of
“Piranha Brain” [poetry]
Daily pushing on their buttons Checking how will act the gluttons Seeing their reactions first Holding laughter, watering “thirst” Every day the pressures dropping Just
“Danced by Odonata” [poetry]
Ah, the smell of concrete after rain The silence of the last refrain The empty streets and broken houses The smell of cigarette in ounces
“Watching Butterflies” [poetry]
I make a step, and then another one Legs tired, feet bleeding As demons keep feeding On my leftover arm On concrete slabs As pain
