That direction has changed, it was
A different door and teacher
Last year. My pulse sings a chorus
I don’t comprehend, metered
In fear and joy mixed together.
May never come. The orcs hold up the putrid decay once a man’s foot Sniff it and toss it into … More
No neither. I see… I see bird droppings zoom out the sky and And… Humans drop looking for luck in … More
Breathe, breathe…I wish I could breathe. The infant’s face crimped into morbid contortion by pending asphyxia Breathe, the breath Adam … More
RIP to the fallen but: Non sine causa mortis. -Nyonglema Why didn’t the police throw flowers instead, As our … More
Oh how I wish my days were back
And I could go to school
Not type away on platic tacks
But smell the nests on trees.
To all Teachers: 5, 10 and 15 those three numbers which represent all you were to me:
End of nursery, end of primary, end of secondary and start university!
えんていは世話, 冬の木は見て 花が咲き The gardener cares; Winter pines solemnly watch Flowers start to bloom (c)Nyonglema