Liar's Retreat

poetry

  • Bless the Tired Eyes

    Bless the tired eyes. They are eyes that have seen too much. Filled to the brim with sights and lights, Spilling over with cares from friends. Let them close and rest;Let them blink and leak. Bless the tired eyes, And… Continue reading

  • Toe-Tip Lullaby

    Tip-tap your toe-tails, sing yourself to sleep,We are here to watch the dark and we are here to keepYour safety in our minds; your head upon the bed;Never stirring, never waking: go to sleep, we said! We are here to… Continue reading

  • The Thunder Below

    The biting dark, he knew would come;A chilling dawn without the sun. A long forgotten evil thereIn deep and guarded monster lair. And so he left us long agoTo face the thunder down below. Our hero stood and gathered strength;… Continue reading

  • What You Missed While You Were Awake

    Deep colors there were; wide blues, greens, and reds;Faint songs of bad memories that echo through heads.A soft-sounding huff of breath long held backReleased on dead wings to slide through the cracks. A softness there was; the color, the sound,A… Continue reading