The rim of her white dress brushed my hand as I was sitting down, and my heart refused to listen to any sermons of goodness. I gently tugged at her sleeve to draw her attention to my face and eyes, gleaming like neon. She turned with a tweak to

Crescent moon slipped into the backyard of the clouds. Cool breeze signalled its crew to stop at a distance. Numerous stars turned off their light for a moment, as the mint breathe collided with the after shave fragrance, and the grass bowed its

Is This Love? Wearing the heart on the sleeve of a shirt with ends tattered that belonged to the one who set with the sun but didn’t rise again? Basking in the glory of little smiles shed between the two of you and getting drenched in the memories

The lovely red roses or are they your blushing lips? The blue tulips or are they your fun filled eyes? The fragrant white jasmines or is it the essence of your body? The violet carnations or is it the passion of desires? Each flower in

I looked at me, bathed in blood and sticky stuff in the muscular arms of someone I knew perhaps, then. My dad, I suppose. No picture of him for me to see. He died the next month in a car collision. As I flipped the next page, I saw me dressed in a

Thanks Anonymous for stopping by to read my poem.

Thanks Anonymous.Thank you sweet desert.You really are sweet!

Thanks Mr.P.Was away to my home country for my brother's wedding. Very very interesting indeed! " src="/emoticons/emotion-2.gif">

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With every second turning into minutes My love for you is fast catching pace. When I open my eyes to see you I find you in the mirror, instead of my face. With every minute proceeding to be an hour My heart beat races against