Hues

she, for whom a pedestal was built, for the known and unknown, that which gathers the laments of lovers. she, for whom light was meant to falter in yet glorify at once, she is this and that, yet never these. she, for whom thousands marched unflinching, where every laden step speaks of faith, that which …

Poodle puddles

You looked good last Sunday, as always, but I tried to understate it. Your dress matched perfectly with the exquisite glow of your skin. The subtle patterns playfully tease every curve in your body, as if taunting even Time itself of its inability to cope with your beauty. With every gust of wind the fabric …

Coffee beans

Memories bleed with perfect timing. Just when you think that you’re free from the bitterness, just when you think you’ve moved on, along comes a seemingly insignificant moment that sparks bloody memories to rage anew. And with the rage comes deep nostalgia, the kind that rips apart the mask of blissful satisfaction, painting vivid hues …

All there was

I would not want to dream of new beginnings, new facets not while this pen writhes. I would not want to hope these shackles that bind not when trees are felled not when leaves dance anew. I would not want to try this pen and paper entreats not if you still stand there with empty …