Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Unknown

Half monsters awake with the dawn, painted lips and drawn faces Scooting by on a fraction of a second. The time of need sees false land and conquers. It breeds till the years are filled and the last of the water taken. children drown from the lack of air. It is hope for all who look up, or those who look down, both depths hold mysteries.

Sweet Spirit

At night, the stairs of this old house creaks Whispering to me, sweet spirit sleeping soundly during the night. The shadow movements, the ...