bring me what you hold, all that’s stolen, all that’s sold
#6 in my Phobia Series. A poem about 'dementophobia' and how you can choose to embrace it, (in a weird and twisted sense.) Thank you for reading. <3
An experiment of sorts !
Enjoy reading !
The night never ends, the day never dreams.
In this world you pay for everything, not long until you'll pay for air too...but not quite everything. Madness will always be free.
Don't ask so I don't have to answer 😆 This one should compensate for the previous laconically-written poem
How can we hope to survive
A world that’s gone totally mad?
Dart in hand, eyes squint
Where will the tale go today?
a Tanka Tale suggested by @dogslinwriter and @vignette
People say I’m unapproachable.
I gave my first shot at a Musette poem by writing two connected ones. I hope you enjoy it!
[Art by: Dragan Bibin]
Faraway fantasies fade into your heart.
HERE I COME ...
(the poem is fictious
and I literaly had a lot of fun wrighting thisss )
It was just a dream...Wasn't it...Right?
What does reality feel like? A short story based on a prompt from @skye!
Short one on the scenario where one could erase their own memories
“In the lion’s den, petals fall and smiles scream.”
Mirror poetry; wishes on petals: an innovative retelling about the Mad Hatter.
‘Thus, maddens a mad moody mockery.’
Inspired by Wonderland’s Queen of Hearts. As in each story that manages to awake ink, lies still a little glimpse of truth. ❤️♠️
It was only a thought which could easily cause a collapse...