Category: Lightroom Poets

Who says silver are the linings, Of gold it was, in my case No human, no soul, no ‘living’ for…

The lines I wrote, they speak of you, Through the voices of my reckoning fate; In its source, my creation…

One fairytale too real This story I weave Don’t know if you’ll feel Or if you’ll even believe That a…

Morpheus Nothing like the name suggests Actually, a bit … yes My dreams, for you are nightmares A raped mind…

Let the spirit burn And let me have For what I yearn Let me quench my desire Like a fly…