bring me what you hold, all that’s stolen, all that’s sold
#6 in my Phobia Series. A poem about 'dementophobia' and how you can choose to embrace it, (in a weird and twisted sense.) Thank you for reading. <3
An experiment of sorts !
Enjoy reading !
The night never ends, the day never dreams.
In this world you pay for everything, not long until you'll pay for air too...but not quite everything. Madness will always be free.
Don't ask so I don't have to answer 😆 This one should compensate for the previous laconically-written poem
How can we hope to survive
A world that’s gone totally mad?
Dart in hand, eyes squint
Where will the tale go today?
a Tanka Tale suggested by @dogslinwriter and @vignette
hey there,I've saved you a seat
and there's someone that I want you to meet
People say I’m unapproachable.
I gave my first shot at a Musette poem by writing two connected ones. I hope you enjoy it!
[Art by: Dragan Bibin]
i've learnt that the world can disintegrate in seconds right before my poor two eyes,disregarding the tears
Faraway fantasies fade into your heart.
I tried to pull you back when the darkness called your name All you saw was the ones who tried to trap you in the flames
HERE I COME ...
(the poem is fictious
and I literaly had a lot of fun wrighting thisss )
A mouth that doesn't recognize deception
Is the one I'll kiss,stroking the imperfections
Pages of my beloved notes are swollen from being hidden Thoughts that define me are pushed aside with the fear of not fitting in