A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy!
It's funny, now, how weak we were When life was all flat, open turf
Love the one you're with.
Nightshade is beautiful. But it's poison. Just like the boy who broke your heart.*Edited*
‘[...] Fresh air and suffocating burned gasoline’
"Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive." ~ Charlotte Bronte.
This is the last haiku of the series. Apologies for being too lazy to finish it.
*Looks around carefully, throws a piece of paper and dashes off somewhere*
A kinda weird and horribly written poem about a “different” snake.
Weep for yourself. You’ll never be strong.
Nyctophilia: love of darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
Basically, I'm one of those people, who solve at least 98% of their problems by 'sleeping it off'. I mean, it works for me XD
it is the strongest among us who know best what it is to feel weak
poem about the death of two roses.