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Whispers of Thornfield
On a rainy, silent night in Thornfield
the deserted streets, houses shrouded in fog
a town where time seemed to stand still
each shadow dancing beneath the flickering light
of the old train station
a relic of red bricks and worn wood
Clara Byrne waited
a young reporter, heart pulsating with mysteries
rumors swirling around her like the rain
about a train that departed at 11:59 PM
never...
Wednesday 9th October 2024 3:13 am
Super Girl
I was one of your cold nights earlier. But today I am full eclipse.
I am raw sand for you. But if you come to me, you will slip into it like I am your worst mire.
But I am very calm like the sea.
And I can also drown you in my dark depths or I can give you an edge.
Even I am not a burnt skin for you, I am a fire.
And if you near to my body, you will become one of my ashes.
Today I'm ...
Wednesday 20th January 2021 3:18 pm
The melodic grass
This music,
it makes me want to fall from the water
float in the sky,
stare at those lips
and kiss those green eyes,
drink from the clouds
and jump on the pond
to feel the stars
and gaze at the stones,
the rythms , the notes
melt my mind
ignite my visible voice
I'm not here nor there
maybe inside a void
floating on the blues
maybe its a d...
Monday 14th December 2020 8:23 pm
Effect Divine
Where have the words gone?
Emptied vocabulary I wonder!
I can’t frame a single praise…
Biscuits she offered me politely
I had only peanuts to exchange.
I looked a savage in my own eyes
And she, a harbinger of change.
No thoughts about her for days together
Although she is cynosure of my eyes,
My stillness added to the inner solitude
Yet couldn’t create the effect...
Wednesday 4th November 2020 12:20 pm
She
When the lips meant to smile seduce..
To just a basic value men reduce...
When the feet walk and charm does produce...
And men walk to her and cry, "truce."
The eyes reflect a tinge, a sparkle,
And there she is around to dazzle,
Men find themselves in the maze n hassle,
Already building in the air new castle.
Her waist isn't thinnest but provocative,
She is her...
Saturday 9th May 2020 10:48 am
Her
Her!
Her back,
She appeared as her wings.
Her eyes,
She showed the flames kept in it.
Her jeans, shorts or any of clothes,
Not just clothes, she showed her as a pearl hidden in the river.
Her fingers,
She showed as the waves move in the sea.
Her Nails,
She showed that it was a stone peace that was part of the mountains.
Her Lips,
Well, it was a sweet poison, cha...
Friday 8th May 2020 10:48 am
She
She's a creator
She's always bright
She's a general
in black and white.
She put's her problems
down on the line,
She's out of control when
nothing is fine.
She means something,
she keeps something,
she means something,
something away,
to me,
from me.
She is so calm
when no one is around.
She's a believer
with hands on the ground.
She's a poet
fingers on the screen.
She's ...
Monday 21st January 2019 4:09 pm
She
She,
is not yet an old soul. Such apprenticeship has not yet begun.
Studiously she watches as you cite your second hand wisdom.
Bested by her innocence, such familiar nostalgia withers like the thick layer of dust it hides beneath.
Shaken and bruised like brine against an ice cube, the vermouth of your ideals is poured into an ill fitting glass.
Left feeling dirty you turn to d...
Saturday 23rd December 2017 6:57 am
She (Pt. 3)
She is silent.
She is the breeze through the trees.
She is the moisture in the air.
She is the pause before a first kiss.
Still.
Her hands reach into me.
Pulling my insides out--
Putting my heart on display.
"Does this beat for me?"
She is temptation.
She licks her lips at the sight
of my blood on her hands.
Her eyes meet mine,
I am her puppet.
Consumed.
My mind does not...
Wednesday 20th July 2016 5:19 am
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