Strawberry hill is where alternate lives reside
Named for it's beautiful red and green coloured grass
Red for the blood of lives that have long since died
Green for maybe paths yet to shatter like glass
Other could call it an upside down hill
With a lonesome willow tree at the top
Weeping at the constant blood to spill
As every day a stem's life will stop
It's sweet taste always deceptive
The more you eat the more it dies
Desires for new perspectives
Unlived shall be just mere lies
If you stay for too long
You'll sabotage all taste
All things shall taste wrong
All things shall be waste
But this is me?
But of course not
You are thee
Do not Rot
Leave now
Don't cry
Sow
High
(Please ignore the ai image. I can't draw very well unfortunately. Just know that the strawberry hill in question doesn't look like this)
I did this for Poppy's prompts.
About the Creator
Hywel Latimyr
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
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Time has shown me a lot. It’s helped me see who truly cares and who’s putting on a fake smile. It’s also taught me what’s important: real connections and good health. Money and fame fade away, but the people we love and taking care of ourselves matter most.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Comments (1)
Wow, this is so unique and creative. Really gets the reader thinking and using their imagination. Well done.