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Blue Haiku
Sky mirrors beauty glaring at rare sunlit eye frosted ice melting
By amcreativeabout a year ago in Poets
A New World
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The door slammed shut preventing the ball of fire, ice from exploding in infinite directions. Staring ahead, eyes bulging for the camera wasn’t at the best angle of a yet epithetic beginning. Lungs emptied, eyes bulging hardly the best take in the movie? If it was that. It was not. I guess I had left the safety of the container of the opening chamber to descend to the surface of this planet.
By amcreative2 years ago in Earth
Scream
Scream Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The door slammed shut preventing the ball of fire, and ice from exploding in infinite directions. Staring ahead, eyes bulging for the camera wasn’t at the best angle of a yet, epithetic beginning. Lungs emptied, eyes bulging hardly the best take in the movie: if it were that? It was not. I guess I had left the safety of the container of the opening chamber to descend to the surface of this planet.
By amcreative2 years ago in Futurism