Thursday, February 28, 2013

Poetic truths

The Black rose

Once upon a finest hour
I picked the darndest lovely flower
His pretty petals were silky black
Utmost perfection; not a crack
The sharpest of thorns you'll ever see
I wonder if this was meant to be
His thorns would prick me when he played
It hurt me and I'd cry but yet I stayed
His stem was taller than the rest
I think he knew he was the best
I never knew of his black magic and that's how this story turned so tragic
How was I suppose to know?
He reeled me in then let me go...
- yours truly

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Nature is the darnedest thing...

yugen (a Japanese noun) is an awareness of the universe that triggers emotional responses too deep and mysterious for words.

Dreams only last for the night.

Mushrooms growing in a circle have been associated with a secret gathering of faeries dancing at night. Beware, if a human steps into the ring he/she is compelled to join the faeries and might disappear for some time!

Monday, February 4, 2013

No crying over spilt milk.

Not really sure how to feel about it; there's something in the way you move.
He said 'If you dare come a little closer.'

The reason I hold on.... Is I need this hole gone.
I want you to stay.