Leonell EchaJune 17, 2017
Leonell EchaJune 16, 2017
It came to pass A while after there was a lass The damsel grew a sass Now ‘we’ is dead. Alas! It came to pass,her eyes, soft hazel. Mouth, egg bagel. Lips, faded chuckle. Brakes, back paddle. It came to pass, the past crawled into the future. The mistakes are yesterday’s, tomorrow’s is the torture. […]
Leonell EchaJune 15, 2017
Mischief The appealing hand of a thief Grappling, teething, breaking, noise Abuse in a garment, a conceited choice. Contempt in the mouth of grief. That flows like water, a solid fluid. Bowing to peeve, bending stiff. Not all who hear will tend to bear Or act as if to dare The strings we tie may […]
Leonell EchaJune 15, 2017
So dear so near, If only you knew that with your ink You drain the sorrows and worries From the tunnel of my heart Into the clear blue sea Neither contaminating nor discoloring But mixing so perfectly with the ocean tides Neither could they recognise your end from your beginning, But you’re the hope, the […]
Leonell EchaJune 15, 2017
I am a firefly made to believe I can shoot stars through my butt why? because I’m a God with such gut, relieving the worries on your wishes when I am called ‘shooting star’. I am a wind hanging from the shores of the heavens roaring with the thunder when it rains, so I carry […]
Leonell EchaJune 14, 2017
Joys built in a pots of giggles to live in the sands off course. This is an eulogy for the soul to be lost, to find the seeds of the wind when life whistled. I am your reverting shade called to know not sorrow or pain to a needle as a stitch of laughter. A […]
Leonell EchaJune 12, 2017
She loved love. Who wouldn’t? That feeling that tickles her heart, Increases her heart beat like a jazz bit, Churns her stomach with agitation, Sweaty palms in winter, feels like summer, Eyes full of life, twinkles like a bright star on a dark night. With love, roses she planted, Watered and nurtured with tears, Thorns […]
Leonell EchaJune 9, 2017
He says its usual When his eyes wanders to my, covered breasts When his imagination strips me nude When his thoughts has completed Patterns of thrusting and moans It’s usual he says When your eyes arouses lust in me When your jean tells me you want some When your gown openly hides your depths, desires […]
Leonell EchaJune 8, 2017
I hear the grumbling of my soul She hisses and whispers At the foolish merriment of my being Scorning at heavy signals of sounds Clashing with her salient voice She screams quietly Chiding me inner to my core I contend with vibrations and hums Machines chanting metallic gibberish Nature seems to have gone dumb I […]
