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!
The leaves rout with the winds, gnarling through the twisted branches...
Um, well I let my words flow and uh, this happened 😳
Taciturn night emerges from the shadows, peeling away light into darkness...
@magnalia here you go, I tried to make as dark as I could :P
the world disappeared beneath those nonchalant skies and waning moonlight... [ this one makes no sense ]
a short poem on how the most painful memories linger, literally wrote this within two minutes :P
we brimmed the pages with pieces of our soul...[dedicated to every poets out there]
I know that this doesn't make much sense; something to do with 'time' :p
we were - the wilting petals of an elegiac jasmine in sunburnt fields...
My part on collaboration created by @alanad and participated by 13 more writers. [ for the topic : pyrophobia ]
yes, time has indeed reversed,
superstitions have become skeletal beliefs...
for our hearts are like wildflowers, blooming out of ice-frozen ground...
another quickie because i've a writer's block and i'm still in a festive mood. Merry Christmas to everyone whom I haven't wished yet :)
bleeding past this crippled existence, here she weaves a plexure of black holes...
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.
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!
The leaves rout with the winds, gnarling through the twisted branches...
Um, well I let my words flow and uh, this happened 😳
Taciturn night emerges from the shadows, peeling away light into darkness...
@magnalia here you go, I tried to make as dark as I could :P
the world disappeared beneath those nonchalant skies and waning moonlight... [ this one makes no sense ]
a short poem on how the most painful memories linger, literally wrote this within two minutes :P
we brimmed the pages with pieces of our soul...[dedicated to every poets out there]
I know that this doesn't make much sense; something to do with 'time' :p
we were - the wilting petals of an elegiac jasmine in sunburnt fields...
My part on collaboration created by @alanad and participated by 13 more writers. [ for the topic : pyrophobia ]
yes, time has indeed reversed,
superstitions have become skeletal beliefs...
for our hearts are like wildflowers, blooming out of ice-frozen ground...
another quickie because i've a writer's block and i'm still in a festive mood. Merry Christmas to everyone whom I haven't wished yet :)
bleeding past this crippled existence, here she weaves a plexure of black holes...
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.