My memories have started To crumble and disappear. Every bit of the relics of My past that I possessed, Of those old lives I led, are Beginning to break off and Leave. They fear a reaction, perhaps. They fear that their merely 'Being' would cause an Avalanche. An avalanche of bitter sweet Thoughts of old … Continue reading Worrying Whispers
This one stumped me for a long time. I was actually considering skipping it and going on to the next one. But I stopped myself. I confess that I didn’t really understand what Mr. France here was trying to say; at least in essence. This sounded a little different from the advice we usually hear … Continue reading Quote 4: Anatole France
I was ruffling Through pages And I felt A strong Desire Of ruining Sunshine And Warmth And gunning for Plain old Ire. I read through A few more pages, And I hit upon A plan. A plan for my epic; A plot that smoothly, Cunningly ran. I'd write of love And the sorry state It's … Continue reading Run the Race!
They walked along With me as they saw fit And then waved me a Bye when we neared The end. They spoke with oily Smiles and bowed Backs. They Urged me Forward to where their Shadows bent. I cheered them on and Bid them well. I stayed upon the path They spoke about. I thanked … Continue reading Pathway to Hell
I’m misguided by the blazing signs,I’m misguided by the reddening Sun,I’m misguided by the Underworld’s Aura,I’m misguided by the revolutionary turn.I’m lost in the hazy mirage,I’m lost in my own backyard,I’m lost in your deathly oasis,I’m lost in my way with no right path.I’m away from the unwise,I’m away from the worldly sad,I’m away from … Continue reading Hop Skotch