he is autumn
And the elder asked the little boy what he had seen and what he had learned...
Enter the world of happiness, Enjoy watching beautiful clouds,
A deliciously creepy little rhyme for October.
Inktober #1
This poem is my most fav poem i have ever written! Please give it a read....Thank you
Not for everyone, written with comparable storyline to the movie Joker. I will be publishing Ominous Dreams II Saturday morning. Check out Ominous Dreams under thriller.
In life there is going to be a gate. A gate that wont let you pass through without a fight.
Heaven and he'll where will you go?
Also if you do not like the Christian religion or do not believe in heaven and he'll this might not be for you, honestly idk where I lie with religion so- anyways e...
The glow of oblivion awed Pandora. His hand slowly guided to the faint almost ghost-like mist that appeared before him. The cloud hiding something, something that Pandora wanted to know.
People say the world is yours. Did they forget about the doors?
At your final hour, standing at the crossroad... Which gate would you choose?
This one was longer than I thought, oops--
’°`
But next one at 37 likes!!
Next one at 37 likes!!
Poem about gate being a mask. *trigger warning* possibly
And the elder asked the little boy what he had seen and what he had learned...
Enter the world of happiness, Enjoy watching beautiful clouds,
A deliciously creepy little rhyme for October.
Inktober #1
This poem is my most fav poem i have ever written! Please give it a read....Thank you
Not for everyone, written with comparable storyline to the movie Joker. I will be publishing Ominous Dreams II Saturday morning. Check out Ominous Dreams under thriller.
In life there is going to be a gate. A gate that wont let you pass through without a fight.
Heaven and he'll where will you go?
Also if you do not like the Christian religion or do not believe in heaven and he'll this might not be for you, honestly idk where I lie with religion so- anyways e...
The glow of oblivion awed Pandora. His hand slowly guided to the faint almost ghost-like mist that appeared before him. The cloud hiding something, something that Pandora wanted to know.
People say the world is yours. Did they forget about the doors?
At your final hour, standing at the crossroad... Which gate would you choose?
This one was longer than I thought, oops--
’°`
But next one at 37 likes!!
Next one at 37 likes!!
Poem about gate being a mask. *trigger warning* possibly