"Everybody knows that the war is over. Everybody knows that the good guys lost." - Sigrid Day one. She felt the walls around her collapse, her eyes refused to dry, her lips could not stop quivering, and she was unable to move. So, she sat on the floor, her back against the bathroom door and … Continue reading The war has ended.
What makes you poetry? To love yourself, you need to realize you are poetry. Let me know in the comments section below. Enjoy! Hold a paw, and wake up to the woof or the meow of a furry cushion. Travel, to the closest grocery store open past midnight and buy that candy you used to … Continue reading How to: Be poetry.
What has music been for you? Let me know in the comment section below! Enjoy reading. "Music is a safe kind of high." - Jimi Hendrix Music is a language, a medicine and a magic trick. Dance to it. Music was his mother-tongue. His tongue fumbled when he spoke English as if it were a … Continue reading Languages, medicines and magicians.
This is Submission FOURTEEN of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. Revenge I seek. Crimson lips fade to pale, Confessions of Love - a sting in the tale, It was meant for me, I know it's so, Another path, you must go, A heart … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (14)
This is Submission THIRTEEN of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. Hangover Last night wasn't the first time I've dreamt of you, But I have never before woken, With such a lingering sadness on my tongue, That tastes of all the words we … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (13)