Would you lean on me? When I stumble down. Would you lean me? When I break down. I am on an empty road, With lights above me, I am on an empty road, With darkness that follows. I held on every flower, That eventually turned decay, At least to me from the view I tried to dismay. I held on to every light, But alas, … Continue reading Lean on me
Her radiant smile warming the insolent hearts,\ as dust settles. (c)boringbug Continue reading Radiant
Driving through my texts, I noticed some forgotten thoughts. Rotting in pages. Probably left alone in conscience. Letters melting before, crumbling like a gigantic mountain that had seen zenith but couldn’t resist it’s urge for more. The ideas, the creativity, and vision, seemingly trapped within a clobberstone. Waiting to be grated, to fret upon. But this lazy author, cramped with time and responsibilities, still soaring … Continue reading The Rotten Hope
With the passage of time, one observes the change in nature. A tree, which once pierced zenith, reaches the brim of extinction upon the arrival of a storm. The magnanimous effects of aging. Brazen, it’s grazed by the memories of its youth. The memories of might, whence it was indomitable. An era of victory over nature. Braving one storm after another. Sowing its seeds of wisdom … Continue reading The Aging Tree
In obscurity remains a soul Oblivious to all. (c)boringbug Continue reading Oblivious
Lost in the journey of endless roads A companion to ease and to be with me Is all I need Above the wide sky, Beneath my breath I wish and not wish these endless roads to end Reigning like kings with cuts of swords Eyes speaking loud million of words I now wish to be left the way I’m I wish not to be known … Continue reading Endless Road
The boring bug 