You were drawing some clearwater from the well when you, by accident, scratched the formerly flawless palm of your hand to the craggy stone of its mouth, and you bled. You were so hurt that you dropped your bucket hard and spilled what you had collected earlier, leaving the bucket empty again, as it was in the first place. You fell to your knees with your tongue bitten by your own teeth, trying to control the pain you knew you...
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Drops: Blood or Water?
Drops of water for those in drought
And drops of blood of those who fought
Both powerful to put one into thought
Of doing a thing one was never taught
To throw away what one has brought
To finish a sentence, not with a dot
To let what is still alive rot
And to never worry about getting caughtHarsh is the world, yet do not be gnawedTempting it is to willfully miss a blindspotBut may we always give ourselves another shotFor a mendable...
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
A Love That Forbids
Either this is freedom or trust
This isn't something on my list of must
It's something as irritating as rust
And as unwanted as dust
I'd rather live under the power of rules
And to be limited only to my to-dos
Because as much as it turns my rainbows to blues
It still brings me closer to the clues
The clues of what it feels like to carry
An emotion so magical like a fairy
Which The Son received through Mother Mary
An overflowing...
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