A Fistful of Pride 

With cold wind in my hair and with frostbitten toes, I find I'm deposed when I dare to despair. In repair, one finds solace by difficult means; TV, Computer and iPod screens. In a flock full of people who do nothing but wailing, I find now that sailing needs more courage than pride, Besides, there ...

Mesmerized

Mesmerized, It's like prom again and I Don't want to let this feeling die. Am I insane? 'cause I retain that I Think 'you and I' is right. Passing time; With every word I find You are my kind of perfect. Electrified, This tingle in my spine, With you nearby, I'm addicted but you're worth ...

Dark Side of the Room

As the Earth revolves about, Soaring in an orbit, Of the bright and shining sun Half of it stays cold, A side marked with the dark, Where the rays of warmth are blocked. The sun is worried not Of violence under the horizon, from crime and cold and such. Only those who face the sun, ...

[Dominic’s Mastiff] Chapter Two

We had left for the land of Alaxi the next day. The significance of our mission proved itself by the journey there. Tales of my might had apparently spread far, as the route to Nakovan took us through the borders another country. We had been journeying for a week, and the man steering the cart ...

[Guest Poem] Dream of Osaka

All I see, is you in a city I’ve never been but everything looks so vivid In a world so far apart The discourse never there language, you and I could never share it did not stop a lovers touch and I cannot stop dreaming of Osaka Friend, at first, something never broken Spending time ...

[Dominic’s Mastiff] Chapter One

Chapter One: The rhythmic chopping of wood pierced through the chatter of peasants in the grand courtyard. Axes swung into the air and then hammered back down in near unison, like a piercing metronome that counted the remaining hours until dusk. The sun peeked over the horizon underneath an orange sky, providing just enough light ...

A Dream

I don't know what they were or where they come from. Far be it for an ordinary person like myself to be informed about earth-shattering disasters or invasions of any sort. I had never heard of the creatures or even seen one before the incident. I don't know what time it was, or what day ...

A Story Left Untold

A cover, Hard and Golden, Masks a subtle shade of Brown Enclosing text of hidden depth Waiting to be found. From afar, Slim and Simple, One might never know What story lies so deep inside Or where that story goes. It appears, To me at least, To have a happy ending But not one trace ...

Day Four Hundred and One

Four Hundred and One days have passed since last the word of “love” was shining. Since my heart felt full and warm, with no thought that things were dying or declining. Three Hundred Eighty-Seven suns since last our hands had touched. T’is that duration when last I felt close enough for someone to see me ...

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