I collect the withered flowers with my bruised fingertips, carrying my deepest sorrows...
Warning : imagination overloaded (well,I'm not sure if it is "over"loaded) but I'm telling you, it won't make sense if it is casually read!
I look beneath the universe, Whirling like a cosmogyral...
As the emotions embark on the smoke-stained roof, Over the sunken and decaying sun...
My part on collaboration created by @alanad and participated by 13 more writers. [ for the topic : pyrophobia ]
yes, time has indeed reversed,
superstitions have become skeletal beliefs...
Elegiac leaves only mourn, leaving a map of scars drawn across the horizons...
We still have many unanswered questions, right?
This is not my best piece, just...thoughts.
The clouds broke, as the stars showered, the distant brontide rumbles. [For @scintilla's writing prompt #7]
Cruel romance imagination! again something senseless. hope you enjoy! thanks for the support!
there are no curtains to cloak the autumn sun, no dreams to paint dreamless eyes... [ Inspired by @soulstitch_04 ]
As the little highways crisscrosses, scrubby brown plains...
The tangled hearts get to share warmth, but they always get cold in ways.
moonbeams melted upon our windows, like it was the last day of spring...
oof, I've no idea what this is ¯┐( ∵ )┌ (another quickie)
🦋Poem Of A Once Blossoming Love (in the form of a butterfly metaphor!)🦋
a short poem for today :)
Thank You So Much for reading <3 This took forever to make
"sometimes it's hard to write a single thing"
What’s the point of real life? I’d rather have a daydream.