Poems from Moadlc
"What is left?”
I see you, old f(r)iend
It was about time I came back again
I am crawling on my knees
Begging and pleading for you to love...
“When a school bell rings!”
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
There goes the bell for the first period of my high school monotony
Yet, with each...
Time is wind, flowing through me
Some inspire me to fly
Push against my senses
Take that bottomless leap into nothingness
At the edge of...
I see you, old f(r)iend
It was about time I came back again
I am crawling on my knees
Begging and pleading for you to love me
Please, I...
There is a stillness. A sense of calm as one takes steps through these grounds. A soft, pitter-patter of steps against soil that resonate...