A man clouded by soffocation

He feels suffocated A heavy feeling on his chest, Generations watching Pushing him to do his best? He feels weighed Seconds spilling like sand, Hours leaking from the bottle Until he can't withstand. He feels mocked This world laughing at what he lacks, Eyes never leaving Staring at his every act.

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A witch soaring

Hills became swallowed By dark advances, Her broom shivering As she bets her chances. Stars burn Crisps embers fizzling away, The last strands of sunlight Disappearing with the day. The cold wind bites Her hands itch, But still, she goes on A newly fledged witch.

A flute calling from the tip of a tree

He sang his tune And the melody danced, She looked to the heavens Heart entranced. He sang his tune Her skin shivered, Soul splintered Her heart quivered. He sang his tune Her feet began to move, Body beginning to dance As she fell in love with the groove. He ended his tune Flute slowly dimming,... Continue Reading →

A lidless eye

A lidless eye A bottomless hole, The starless sky Its clouds smoked with kohl.   Fires born Bark wilting in rage, Screams of the warriors Created in this new age. Inspired whilst watching Lord of the Rings.

Nothing but our enviroment

We, rather than me. We, rather than them. We, rather than me and them. A universe experiencing itself, Is its own hallucination, Its own self. Two different voices in your head, Do you consider them both your self? Do you think you have two different people in your head? The self is created almost entirely... Continue Reading →

A path of crunching crisps

Trees shed their fur Leaves shattering the ground, Cascading above me Until I am drowned. My feet crunch The debris so chillingly crisp, Noise echoing Until it is all but a wisp. It flickers my pulse Sharp edges cutting my skin, Mustard hues smothering my shoes Until I cannot help but grin.

A realm of marble grapes

Trees shoot into the air Their bark made from glass, Water simmering beneath the surface Bubbles steaming into gas. A realm of marble grapes Dripping from the leaves, Purple and pink glistening Before plucked by thieves. They shatter to the ground Creating a field of broken remains, Colour seeping into the dirt with each day... Continue Reading →

A puddle of dreams quivering

Pale feet dance Just above the puddle, Water rippling into a mirror Reality begins to muddle. Skin touching the surface Fire searing her flesh, Rippling coils of moisture Trying to refresh. The puddle dances Into purple and white, Snow like rain scattering She hears feathers take flight. Her legs are stolen And she is tugged... Continue Reading →

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