September 18 2018

Green below the dreamscape

Quite lustful in the tomb

We prod black bones beside the sea

Damn! The King felt good

So transparent within the flowers

You divine violet disasters beneath the slime

Whoa! The twilight has fled

So green below the dreamscape

You seduce dazzling faces in the dream

Be watchful. The end has fled

greying awake

lost in broad daylight

a ticking clock

With what regrets

my father

chase his dream

and miss his turning

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Posted September 18, 2018 by Novemberschild in category "Blogchatter

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I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.

5 COMMENTS :

  1. By Neeraj on

    Your writings are and elxir to me and simultaneously excite n inspire me to put pen to paper and outpour my reigned in emotions

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