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...
I collect the withered flowers with my bruised fingertips, carrying my deepest sorrows...
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]
As the little highways crisscrosses, scrubby brown plains...
each one a button, and each one a fear. (grandliterarysociety)
This poem is inspired by a conversation I had with my sister. I compared her willingness to love the world and the destruction it had caused her to a rose bush, and this poem took root in my mind. Enj...
When heartbreak and misery turns to new hope and faith being restored.
Just a short little poem for a collab. <3
Love and stars go well together.
Welp this is kinda long. I hope you like it :)
Random note: Apparently, this is similar in idea to one of Shakespeare's sonnets. I had no idea XD
© fireflylilli (Qsnllq S. Zqsoqfg) 2020 | All rights...
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...
I collect the withered flowers with my bruised fingertips, carrying my deepest sorrows...
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]
As the little highways crisscrosses, scrubby brown plains...
each one a button, and each one a fear. (grandliterarysociety)
This poem is inspired by a conversation I had with my sister. I compared her willingness to love the world and the destruction it had caused her to a rose bush, and this poem took root in my mind. Enj...
When heartbreak and misery turns to new hope and faith being restored.
Just a short little poem for a collab. <3
Love and stars go well together.
Welp this is kinda long. I hope you like it :)
Random note: Apparently, this is similar in idea to one of Shakespeare's sonnets. I had no idea XD
© fireflylilli (Qsnllq S. Zqsoqfg) 2020 | All rights...