Everyone has their own Atlantis in the depths of their hearts.
Maybe you will forget the route when you grow up.
Maybe you have destroyed it.
Category: Fantasy
Roses are red, Violets are blue, You didn’t love me, So I deleted you. Violets are red, Roses are blue, You created me, Robots can…
3 CommentsMeadow Maiden, fair, Wildflowers in her hair, Dances in the valley, Tip-toes on the air. Clothed in summer leaves, Her soul does ride the breeze, Eyes…
Leave a CommentI think there’s a place, Way out past Beyond, Farther than Forever, At the end of Infinity, Where the grass grows like emeralds, Where the…
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It’s simply futile treading cold water Rising past my green ankles O how its barbarous teeth bite and sting! My toes are engulfed by sea’s…
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Rose 🌹 To be a rose, I must become a seed first; enduring hardships throughout the winter, ❄️ When its all said and done, I…
Leave a CommentSomeone once told me that the sky is the limit Someone so hypocritical, shooting up drugs can’t differentiate a song and a sonnet. Seeing is…
2 CommentsLie to get what you want, that’s how you get ahead. You won’t stop until you or someone else end up dead. Your mouth should…
Leave a CommentEyes are the mirror to your soul; how accurate can that be? One glimpse into someone’s soul, will you regret what you see? Enter the…
Leave a CommentSometimes when I close my eyes, I can see Seeing everything from a far, a hyperbole I want to kiss the moon and fix my…
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Sometimes I wonder Whether you are just a brilliant illusion My mind Has created If so, my darling I must commend My own creativity…
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I look in the mirror and i see nothing Just someone standing there… Empty as if i did not do anything A man with no…
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Bright pale eyes and long fair hair She was a born adventurer with a rebellious flare Insomniac, she came by the lake every night Shining…
2 CommentsInhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. The rhythm of my heart sings the song of Gaia’s angelic choir. Seducing me deeper into the womb of no thing.…
4 CommentsI came to Dublin to die, I think, maybe you did too. And in the distance I hear children’s laughter laughter on the breeze, like…
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I’m feelin’ a bit congested Now my soul is infested I’m healin’ Time to invest in inner peace through confession No leavin’ Your arms around…
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I like the way butter melts on toast I am fascinated by the science behind it— how when things heat up they taste different on…
Leave a CommentI’ve learned through many glasses and many tears in passenger seats that drinking doesn’t help the way I wish you felt about me (taken from Prescription, available…
Leave a CommentThis poem is based on the game Far Cry Primal. Fell in love with the game and after completing it wrote this poem. That was…
2 Commentsah, you won’t remember the sweet October when amber juice drips from the vines and where does the little grape picker go on that greenest…
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