Curiously expressing dully flares;
Rickety glares wading brown eyes;
Another mischievous foe;
Longing for ancient non-Serviceable sloppy relationship;
While sneaking to the basements..
Frozen, facing misty corners;
Soul plunged into clutter;
Apprehend my soul, my body;
Theme; Corrupted hostages;
Ravaged since birth;
As enamored with green-eyed lover;
her youth glares;
deep love Shimmers; paradoxically;
overwhelming enjoyable fury.
Deep inside a lonely souls,
they does inhabit doubts.
”If you find that writing is hard, it’s because it is hard.”- William Zinsser.
Writing in English as a second language is extra harder. However, I enjoy it. It introduced me to new vocabularies. Loved the challenge to synchronize strange sentences; sometimes, that lead to generating unexpected prose.
I am grateful to you gorgeous guys out there who followed or visited my posts. Surely, you make my day.
Just won’t amble to feel life shimmers again..
Once he gets rid of your watching lantern..
He will wake up from a lifetime trance you put him in since birth..
Grey Haired is stranded no more,
Time to gently splash away pushy ooze
All clear, absurd end of life together.
Every thing will be lovely;
Sun rises daily,
Birds sings after midnight,
Flowers bloom at night,
Lovers kisse more often,
Chimneys pollute less,
Once you leave me;
Happy solitary grey haired creep.
Long live my grainy emotions;
Generated by your ramifications;
Creeping towards Irritated love;
Grouching stranded strangers;
Over unpleasant temptations.
You are welcomed no more.
In a Jiffy, She loved a handsome six feet tall male.
In another one she had his baby,
In the last one, she waved goodbye to a six feet long box.
Disgusting life! she morns with grieve.
..it has been ages since he was last pampered;
angry, why not?
after the delivery, appetite for pleasure faded
becoming hard to enjoy glaring eyes
to organize the feelings of an angry man; mission impossible.
he started packing upstairs.
any idea what mission it could be?
In twenty years from now,
Will a relationship still be as intense and spicy?
Nights were fast, fabulous, and insane..
Now, we have nine months to select the name..
Life goes Carousel presumptuous..
You parted, went alcoholic, sinned..
Love, Drop by in nine months..
I will allow you to hug you child…