la la la~Can't get much inspirations recently.... dun know what to draw... >____
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let it be v2Susceptible to new wonders, Like dancing rainbows and happy rains,let it be v2
and melting tears,
drumming onto cotton fields Like sonnet to the ears
Dare not to touch
these seams of wisdom. May it unravel to the core,
all truths be unveiled, and evaporate into nothing more, than the sullen sea salt scattered,
across the ocean floor Like traces of shattered dreams once belonging to yearning souls. No more wonders, or sweet rain, only chastising whispers, and scourging pain, chasing away the carefree days resonates that we must pay
by ~greyimpression
secretSecretsecret
This wretched stench of rotten eggs As nauseating as narcotics Seeps through the moist soil Or is it the coagulation of decaying corpse? Tantalizing the thrall of crows nipping beaks and darting eyes, jerking motions nervously pointing to that inconspicuous place where the foulest of foul secret lies ferment, and hiding, it thrives on the staleness and fear that fills the air
one knock, two knocks, three knocks on my door each knock a stake through the chest holding my breath as the heart oscillates pulses so fast, pumping in and out
by ~greyimpression
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If I Were A LineIf I were a line I think I’d be curled, billowed and swirled, and slowly unfurled. I’d sweep over a page, if I were a line, with the wind in my hair, and my heart laid bare. That’s what I’d be, if I were a line.If I Were A Line
If I were a spot I’d be round and fat (now how about that?) like an old, well-fed cat. I’d have drizzled and dropped, if I were a spot, pittering and pattering with a slight hint of smattering. That’s what I’d be, if I were a spot.
If I were a colour I’
by ~dailenna
pencils and knivesOur getting together was a roll of the tongue, a curve in my nerves.pencils and knives
We played clever and intelligent and poetry-slam line break, smiled at our own pretentious predigested words, coffee and donuts and hardly a table between us. Your eyes flashed white and my smile flashed red and I pretended to be without makeup, and you, without frowns.
We discussed Small Things, work and play, and we discussed Big Things, God and philosophy. We faked thoughts and I made petty arguing comments just to sound like a brain was in my head.
It was perfect.
You said you believed God was a woman, for people are so
by ~livingcomforteagle
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