writerwolf
A symphony of storms Play out on the horizon. A Percussion of lightning Cracks the sky worlds, Worlds away. The girl by the shore Whispers the sailors shanty, and keeps the Bellow of the sea in her ears as The surf breaks, Tumbles ove…
I'm in the water, waist deep. I'm studying it with my touch and taste, feeling drifting chills come and haunt me so that I bury myself down into the depths, coating my head and the rest of me with the glittering nip. I'll stay there fo…
I'm from... adventures down the river, soaking in it as the cold ran over me like the night itself and scraping the sandy bottom with my young, naked toes, screaming to the skies full of stars with their lonely moon in an effort to make …
Even as you enter, The room Hums And the music Flows. Even as you enter With your Disturbing steps. The bottle in your hand is Still warm from where You last Touched It, droplets of cold Trickling onto your knuckles. You Can almost Tast…
I remember this place. Glimpsed, Longed for as the train Leaves the station and Trundles past Sun-scorched fields. I knew it, once. Knew its roads, its trees, And the Endless thread Of Wild wood tracks. I knew, Knew how the willow Wept…
I fear not the man that has practised 10,000 kicks once, but the man that has practised 1 kick 10,000 times. - Bruce Lee