Can see the fainted face stamped on the wall, but I can assure you that I do, because my eyes are perceptive enough to recognize the inevitable in you, and the rest of the unkind-selfish world unwilling to give in… Read More ›
POETRY
Worcester’s Blizzard 2015
Worcester looks so beautiful For her blizzard wedding 2015. Ushers make room for The ceremony of the Century now taking place. Cold. Blind. Windy. Exotic yet, dangerous To the human eye. Mountains of snow Are found everywhere. Trees, sophisticated ,… Read More ›
The end
Days Weeks Months Years Gone Faded love Memories weak Teardrops dried The end.
“Again”
I feel the pain coming back Again Inexplicable infiltrated Like before. The urge of crying Among the miseries Afflicted is severed. Again The touch, The image, Intrinsically Irreversible Allocated in the Deepness of My heart Bleeding More than ever… Again… Read More ›
Sweet Little One
Sweet little one, who moves your tail of happiness, you has changed my life completely. Your cute big eyes stare at me waiting for my response, while your little tail moves anxiously. Oh, beautiful creature! Sweet little one! I don’t… Read More ›
Smokey
Loneliness and boredom Pushed me to Commit the most beautiful yet, Afflicting mistake: The purchase of A puppy. Yes, A beautiful Shorkie full of life and Love for Me and His surrounding. Now, Inundated with mixed Emotions, My mind Doesn’t… Read More ›
His Light
His light has shined my path All these time, And I didn’t noticed him, Until now. For so long I was wandering an equivocal orbit, Beyond my reach and, Dangerous to me In every way. Now I know better. His… Read More ›
On Giving
I give, not to receive. The pleasure Of giving, it’s greater Than the pleasure of Receiving. By giving, I receive The greatest feeling of all. Inexplicable, intangible, Hermetic and full of Butterflies in my stomach. Crazy? No. Undefined? At times…. Read More ›
I Write About…
I write about Love. Whatever that concept means to me. I write about Fate, as if I know what Fate really is. I write about Pain, convinced that I feel it everyday. I write about Children, as the future of… Read More ›
Morning Mist
I woke up this morning rejuvenated by The beautiful view from my window. The sky was enchanted by majestic colors, Blue, pink, red, orange, gray, yellow… And I felt so good that, I forgot yesterday And the gloomy remembrance of… Read More ›
I Am Your Woman
Your stelar eyes Will guide my spirit. Your melodious voice Will sing to my ears. And your hands, sweet love, Will state: “I am your woman”. (2013, From my poetry collection “Surreal”)
ROZIET GARRUSE 