She wasn’t pretty but kind of heartWasn’t interested, neither was I, still it hurtsThe moon looming over our headsWe parted, tears threatening to burst

I have no dream of peace, love or happiness I have no wish to hold in this utter darkness I have no time to waste on wanting I am past fear and past caring I have no dream That’s my only regret I have no realm That is left to forget I’m but a shell…

I’m just so grateful to Sir Hannibal. Thanks to his ever amazing talent, I was inspired to write this short note down. Hope you’ll enjoy it. And be sure to pay a little visit to my fellow artist’s page by clicking on the picture… See you soon folks, I hope to update Noveling Life more…

He did not flinchNot by an inchIn his eyes, prideSo much for a rideHe wasn’t greatNot even rightBut I cannot hideWithout a lieThat he was gratefulAnd to himself faithfulHe accepted the deedNot rejecting what he didAnd for all my despiteMy awe shan’t have respiteCause facing his doomIn that closed roomHe did not flinchNot by an…

The train hums silently, and my spirit still cloudy with sleep, my limbs shivering, I contemplate…Today, the countryside has put on an immaculate coat. And trees, skeletal giants with manifold blazing arms, stand proudly as departed that are asserting life again. Their solemn immutability under this scintillating white is a quiet anthem, unparalleled, to the…

I love words…It is said There was only that in the beginningWords dancing, words spinningJoyful, playful, cute little wordsSinging words in the Great One, imaginingI love words…With them I can conveyMuch more than I could sayGenuine are the feelings describedCause the truth takes timeAnd I have that with wordsI can’t really inadvertently hurt with themWeighing…

In this faraway land of pain and misfortuneMy soul still sing, still to yours attunedAnd if the melancholy chimes of sins atonedThe heart cannot forgive, nor forget my lost Fortune In this faraway land, embodiment of my penanceEmbodiment of my restive nightmarish dreamsEmbodiment of the loss of a feeling from a torn pastEmbodiment of you…

In the irrational turmoil, fruit of our innumerable passions, resides sometimes unexpected calmness. Its serene nature comes from the same certainties which defy the understanding of human knowledge. A long time I wandered, my life an insoluble riddle. I sometimes loved, my heart suffering thousand deaths.However nothing was worse than the moment of total detachment,…

Has all love vanished from your heart?Has your conscience been utterly extinguished?Is betrayal what you ultimately wished?How can you look at yourself without feeling any hurt?There are many things I wonder aboutAnd all questions remain unansweredMy beliefs waver now with doubtWhile it is red tears that my eyes shedNonetheless I just can’t forgetI grieve for…

I still believe in loveI need it like fresh waterI crave for it like stark airWhat am I to be since you went above ?Since I’m not who I seemed that dayHence forth I cryHence forth my lieHas become bitterer each single dayStill believeStill in loveI’m a man driven by passionJust you, I need no…