we drew polaroids of subconscious morning beneath bruised clouds...
the world disappeared beneath those nonchalant skies and waning moonlight... [ this one makes no sense ]
we brimmed the pages with pieces of our soul...[dedicated to every poets out there]
we drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel so sick (~atticus)
we watch lights
scintillating,
till darkness rips open the beckoning silence... [about the feeling of emptiness]
My part on collaboration created by @alanad and participated by 13 more writers. [ for the topic : pyrophobia ]
ah! it feels so nice to write again.
(and thank you @clair_de_lune for the idea :- april showers)
for our hearts are like wildflowers, blooming out of ice-frozen ground...
they plucked the thorns from my nicest roses; until the wind gnawed my skin-
there are no curtains to cloak the autumn sun, no dreams to paint dreamless eyes... [ Inspired by @soulstitch_04 ]
moonbeams melted upon our windows, like it was the last day of spring...
oof, I've no idea what this is ¯┐( ∵ )┌ (another quickie)
sanguine strings cripples out of musty fabrics...sorry for not posting for a while, I'm feeling a bit unwell lately.
we drew polaroids of subconscious morning beneath bruised clouds...
the world disappeared beneath those nonchalant skies and waning moonlight... [ this one makes no sense ]
we brimmed the pages with pieces of our soul...[dedicated to every poets out there]
we drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel so sick (~atticus)
we watch lights
scintillating,
till darkness rips open the beckoning silence... [about the feeling of emptiness]
My part on collaboration created by @alanad and participated by 13 more writers. [ for the topic : pyrophobia ]
ah! it feels so nice to write again.
(and thank you @clair_de_lune for the idea :- april showers)
for our hearts are like wildflowers, blooming out of ice-frozen ground...
they plucked the thorns from my nicest roses; until the wind gnawed my skin-
there are no curtains to cloak the autumn sun, no dreams to paint dreamless eyes... [ Inspired by @soulstitch_04 ]
moonbeams melted upon our windows, like it was the last day of spring...
oof, I've no idea what this is ¯┐( ∵ )┌ (another quickie)
sanguine strings cripples out of musty fabrics...sorry for not posting for a while, I'm feeling a bit unwell lately.