Sanctity’s Donkey
The King turned his back flinging his cape behind him to scrape the dust from the throne room’s floor unto the face of the vizier as a sign of disgust and disdain as the guards escorted the vizier away.
Pasithea Chan
Impressionist who enjoys writing poetry in symbolism laced with philosophy. https://twitter.com/RogueMalachite
Cedars’ Morrighan Crow
Cedar’s Morrighan Cow Once upon Sidon’s murex filled shores there lived an unjust king called Ahab who kept several murders of crows to torment his people. He had black crows which he used to execute and terrorize rebels and…
Cedars’ Box
By the time the sun rose to its zenith, the nation had filled the box with all its tears, dreams, fears, and hurts. Then it smoothed its outer veneer with forgiveness' sandpaper removing differences' rough edges and grudges' sharp edges.
Personal Format
Personal Format To find or lose yourself simply format or align your life to another’s path. To confuse yourself simply right or left align conducts to expectations’ math. Failure is justifying yourself amidst a hurtful decline. Why feed fire another…
Talking Walls
If walls could talk they would be a point of reference to recount the true story of every human tragedy and joy. If walls could talk, they would show more sympathy and understanding because they can listen for a lifetime…
Gone and Departed
Hearts shed people throughout life- like broken angels crossing time- in the form of lovers and loved ones.
Winter’s Footprint
Time burrows with horrors laying dormant behind icy mirrors. Loneliness echoes from regret's bellows. rustling memories’ leaves tumbling like dominoes.
Hope for Sale
I was desperate to get out of the dark So, I spent my last dime on that bulb. It hurt being abused, making me pay more because of a need to have hope.
Head before Heart
Sometimes, the hardest part of being a parent is reminding kids that we love them but we don’t like what we see. Sometimes, our disappointment in them can be depressing. Like young adults, parents can go into depression from being…
Truant Reality
You can run around chasing your pen or have your pen chase your thoughts but never forget nobody can help you command your pen or wield it the way you do.