Biography of Lariel Morihsta
A Writer, A Poetier, The Imaginator and a Realist
Lariel Morihsta Poems
It wasn't till the time we became runners, That they laugh at us, For our greed. For our knowledge.
A dope of concoction, Neither wine nor poison. In mids of heartfelt motion, Stands an unfold notion.
Love, oh love. How it baffle me, Barren me on and on. Like a barrel,
Chopped Up Tree
I remember it only when i was young. Trying to reach it, i tried I jump, I climb, I push
This Is Me
I may not be good enough Just another girl in the rough Trying to be tough With a tear in my laugh
Little Golden Sparrow
The stars below me sparks like a golden dime Though they envy of the stars above me Yet they do not have the time
Shadows hover in every soul, In the deepest depth comes their greatest goal. Only to destroy every men's whole, Leaving behind a larger hole.
The sound of the unwanted rang through the streets The wind spikes its thin yellowish skin The hardness of the new world graps it's fragility bits by bits
The Unsound Chamber
Eleanor oh my Eleanor, What brings you to my bed room door? Did you miss me? Do you need me?
Meeting Not Met
He brings a book, But sits like a tulk.
The Innocent Lay
Strong Lavender filled her body and soul The moonlight sparkling on her bare skin As her Ornaments ravaged, violated A Pair of brown spot stood on mountain top
From brighty yellow, To soury green. In white they garb, Yet black they came.
Tic toc, Its the clock. The door is lock, The monkey has dock.
It wasn't till the time we became runners,
That they laugh at us,
For our greed.
For our knowledge.
For our population.
That we invite chaos amongst us.
With heavy admission,
We did not care at first.
Taking things for granted,