Oil made of stone

I curse your love for needing me Those prison lips purse a lily Around my days of endless toil Send me back to earth its loam soil. For what is love, my darling love!

Mom, Baby Boy & Rick

I am always experimenting with thoughts and ideas, sometimes getting off base, yet at times come up with a new way of looking at things. This poem presents a mirror of thoughts.

Where the moonlight and I repine

Love, is blushing a blink risqué. From watching what nervously I’d say. She’s just a hop skip and a jump Sideslip, breaths blossom foray

The Dead Land: Chapter 7

And then the screams started...

The Darkness

You think you see the darkness, But you seem to look in the wrong direction. When you are around you’re ‘darkness’, you try to be cautious. But you should be cautious always,

The Test

I stared at the paper before me, glared at problem one and my mind is stuck at the twilight zone. I clutched my hand, ready to write but nothing came out.

God Loves a Sinner

After R.B.
Cherry

Blather

I led a charmed life, that’s probably how I turned out to be perfect.

The Christmas Mansion Mystery ( Part Fifteen )

The Police pay a visit to Lilly.

Life

Simple really

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