The Desire.

What's up with this life of mine, So strenuous yet so light, Rather boring yet with those whirlwinds. Seeping through is an inbred desire, Feeding my heart and ravaging my soul, To wraparound the illogical and the dysfunctional, And arcing around to hit the bullseye. The desire is such that it weeps for attention, Seeks …

Time travel

I wish I had a hold of time, To get back what was mine. A moment of truth, A second of peace, A way for me to prevent the breach. A stich in twine, Can save the wine, But a stich in life, Goes past the time. A travel through memories, Wish I could relive …

The flower of her grief- Mari Gold

Heavy rain drops, sound of gushing stream, across her humble abode, dawn is nigh yet distant, she sigh. Awaken by her woes, daybreak surfaced, the sun shone brighter then ever. Past her window, she glimpse the meadow turn gold. 'Mari gold' she yelps. - Paradoxical humane

The thunders talked to him!

Zeus came to rescue, when his heart felt blue, and tears blurred his vision. Rain was the perfect cover, for excruciating pain, dripping out his eyes. The cosy breeze hugged him, as he sat there, gazing at nothing. The thunders talked to him, told him to calm down. It's life and breakdowns, are bound to …