Under a bed a monster came out...
Not for blood, massacre, not even for revenge...
But to rekindle the soul of a poet
He quickly locked the door and turned off the light...
Lit a candle, took a pen and paper from the dark, and smiled blissfully..
When the sun rises, he is no longer there... only his poetry remains in the light to face the veridical world...
Not for blood, massacre, not even for revenge...
But to rekindle the soul of a poet
He quickly locked the door and turned off the light...
Lit a candle, took a pen and paper from the dark, and smiled blissfully..
When the sun rises, he is no longer there... only his poetry remains in the light to face the veridical world...
Art by: Lai
8 comments:
nice artwork kathy(lai pala)..mahaba na bangs?rawr! rally na? rally! rally!
si vern ba nagsuLat nito? o basta . .sa writer nito .saLudo ako syo ^_^ hehe .La Lng .gumana uLi imahinasyon ko .wahaha .gaLing2 .^_^ at sa Litrato .ang husay ;D
to kacey:
ehem! ehem! siraulo writer nyan... si binibining laila ay totoong mahusay.
Ang galeng ang galeng.
si Ma-ye ba yung una? not counted si maye :)
ang galing 'nung lumikha ng..ano ba yun? dinukot na mata? ang galing ni lai..(counted na?)
great writing..great art..great great.
-nads
Under a bed a monster came out...
Not for blood, not for massacre and not for revenge...
But to enkindle the soul of a poet
He quickly locked the door and turned off the light...
Lit a candle, took a pen and paper from the dark, and smiles blissfully..
When the sun rises, he is no longer there... only his poetry will remain in the light to face the veridical
** under HIS bed, a monster came out,
NOT FOR BLOOD, MASSACRE, NOT EVEN FOR REVENGE..but to REKINDLE the soul of a poet.
Lit a candle, took a pen and paper from the dark, and SMILED blissfully..**
peace.
sige edit ko. thanks.
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