When life is a ride
You are a vehicle
Gratitude is the gear
Attitude is real
You, my dear
The same words have nameless meanings
Warnings and Dreamings
Art and not
When you sleep alone
Speed up or fed up
Gratitude Gear
Thank universe without fear
Honey is sweet my dear
Pain is not near
Left eyes left in tear
Life is real
Warm comfort atmosphere
Sorrow and hurdles disappear
I'm back on fire
Listen open ear
Sharp as spear
Throw your words brighter
Heart becomes lighter as a feather
sisters and brother
Gratitude is a gear
Stay grateful O' Dear
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English7 days ago in Fiction
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Haha. Fantastic.