A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy!
Stories are fake, you say? Wait, that is a red herring. Wrong food.
I wrote this at 1 AM, you think I know what it's about? It's about the end. What end, you ask? I don't know. The inevitable one.
The blackened sky stayed constant through the days. The wind kicked dust up through the ravaged landscape as the remnants of a once prosperous society decayed back into the earth. From the rubble crac...
So much more was left unsaid, that I didn't know where to start.
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Last year spent, thinking about the inevitable Secretly crying in the cold, damp streets of a busy city
The nature's perception of the human kind (may have mistakes, feedback appreciated)
Somebody in there elder days never knows when they will pass away.
|Uncertainty|
Third times a charm. Hello, I found this place to outlet my poems. Please feel free to let me know what you think and follow for more.
I stand on the shore and watch it approach.
Gasping for air, I struggle to breathe...
A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy!
Stories are fake, you say? Wait, that is a red herring. Wrong food.
I wrote this at 1 AM, you think I know what it's about? It's about the end. What end, you ask? I don't know. The inevitable one.
The blackened sky stayed constant through the days. The wind kicked dust up through the ravaged landscape as the remnants of a once prosperous society decayed back into the earth. From the rubble crac...
So much more was left unsaid, that I didn't know where to start.
β£β£ ππππ§π―π’ πππ§π ππ¬π‘ππππ’ β£β£
ππππππ ππ ππππππππππ
Last year spent, thinking about the inevitable Secretly crying in the cold, damp streets of a busy city
The nature's perception of the human kind (may have mistakes, feedback appreciated)
Somebody in there elder days never knows when they will pass away.
|Uncertainty|
Third times a charm. Hello, I found this place to outlet my poems. Please feel free to let me know what you think and follow for more.
I stand on the shore and watch it approach.
Gasping for air, I struggle to breathe...