It is a specter, a shadow, a reflection, a branch falling from a fir tree. Near the blue fire of winter, speaking with any undead
By Abyssalgroove12 months ago in Poets
Few people see the true interior of another person. We are often guided by appearances and power, forgetting our values and principles, sometimes failing ourselves.
We begin by seeing a bubble, a reflective layer, without thinking about what its moving aesthetics transmit. In the tunnel full of carriages, watching
The year is almost over; embrace the loved ones by your side. Having a united family is having infinite divinity. We continuously complain and hate each other, acting like a bullet in Russian
Camouflaging like a venomous snake, waiting for the moment to inject its poison, separating your heaven from your hell, leaving
We are like fire; the higher the temperature, the more we disintegrate everything in our path, losing control and trust.
I just woke up in a black hole feeling what I once left aside, trying to get out of it but I can’t; anger churns inside me.
I met my younger self for coffee she arrived ten minutes late, I hugged her she ordered her favorite chocolate cake\ As I gulped her innocence through the lens of my present eyes,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
Impaled I inhale the pain Watch the blood rain As I pull your knife from my back For the heresy But now they listen to me
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
They were NPC’s with little concern Until color became oval shaped Schicklgruber was his middle name John is his middle name almost 100 years later
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
I fear what my survival instincts tell me what to do It took me so long to finally find you I watch my environment go up in flames
