A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy! Death will select your door to knock on. You couldn't help but be innocent, but I wish I could go back and tell you everything. Maybe things would be different... Tanka on prompt: reflection and mirrors. (Sorry about absence, but back now.) Nothing is there when he looks in the glass. Alternative poetry. I like to try to use very few words to tell a story. Maybe that’s why I use images as well. You can't truly see yourself, only a reflection. What does forevermore feel like? Your handsome face - A wide open book. Your dark circles - The beauty Of a broken heart
If it’s love,then, it’s worth the risk. In your eyes, I witness all the pain <3 Take life day by day, it’ll be okay I tried so hard to be the man I always thought I should
A different perspective of pain. Hope this helps someone. <3 Who are we if we do not recognise our reflection from reality?
(Playing with layout) I lost myself on my way home, what was supposed to be the right way became the wrong path. The reflection of the horizon filled with the power of remembrance