Poetry

Maybe, Maybe

Maybe it’s a poem, Maybe it’s a prose. Maybe they mean the same, Maybe they don’t. Maybe you suck, Maybe I do. Maybe the Lannisters will win, Maybe ...

Adieu

“I have been waiting for this moment for over 30 years”, her husband said to himself, with a solemn smile on his face, as he saw her being dropped off...

Moonstone

The moon is exceptionally beautiful today. It glows like the face of a happy bride. I just had to mark the occasion down somewhere so I would remember...

The Piper

Come forth, ye lads of bonny strength. Come forth! Defend your nations length of land, of wealth and glory, Ye’ll be part of a wondrous story. You...

The Deserted Gardens

I stood lost and all alone On that deserted garden Where memories dear and old, fierce and cold; came back to my coagulated self. What memories t...

Of Half Glances

She smells of rain, Elven, and speaks of grass She walks by time, sublime, and smiles innocuous The never or not, the overshot, the sight of green ...