Poems

So I keep looking at that one castle Erected in the middle of that one lake Where that one warrior showed up Before the battle of his life And the lonesome turtle came around  And gave the warrior a sword As a lucky charm for the battle  So the warrior took the turtle’s sword Went […]

It was just a bit past midnight As I was wandering the central streets Streets filled with pieces of broken glasses Scattered by the ones with broken lives Broken lives with memories forgotten Nameless here and there, young and old Nameless now, before and after   Past the broken glasses A young maiden gently passes