Poems from ledrakezho
A sweet sonnet of honey liquor lay drenched in her own dew,
Black strands of streams from her origin of scalp fold over the still lifeless...
Raising my arms up to the sky,
only a quaint silhouette against the rampant squealing humans below,
fire blazing at their fingertips...
Is it mathematical genius?
Or was it chemical madness?
A physical anomaly,
Life is not impossible,
But improbable.
It seems the rarity...
Pitch black fear,
dark ominous death hangs over the heart,
a creature lurks patiently waiting for its prey,
low, drawn-out breaths tremble...
Today in school, the same as yesterday,
and the day before, and the day before the day before,
Come in all humdrum and tired,
not even...