March 23, 2008 in Uncategorized. The waves of afternoon tides. Arms were clasped that made them one. Floating against the twilight skies;. The vastness of the sea. Who wrote a hundred of sonnets;. Tonight, I only write the strokes of pen.

Warped opinions from A licking finger. To write about the poem in general, there is nothing else you could feel but regret and despair . The speaker regrets for marrying his wife instead of this her , and he is now living in despair with this desolate life.

For the nature of this thing we call a poem. Modes; or poems may use combin.

I am the representation of your love. A frozen world of memories inspired from. I bind your faraway hands. But parts of me slowly becomes vulnerable. Created through the changing world of reality. A masterpiece you once praised and liked. Is now dreary with solitude. Created by the changing world of reality. I am the representation of your love.

Just a ranting page from a humanoid. Posted by teresamaym under Uncategorized. And I have delivered my study today. Trying to get some sleep. Posted by teresamaym under Uncategorized. even taking down notes has been tiresome. After all, ive been waiting for this.

Where I, and all in me,. Where I make my noise. Black hole in each open eye;. For the moment of my employment. I look down, the chance,. I long have owned you. Down and bare in the curlicues. Of crumpled and lumped gray cushions. In my hard room;. Airy as I here,.