Stream of Consciousness
Peace exists no more
In shadows deep, where once was light, A world adrift in endless night. Peace, a whisper, now silenced, gone, Lost amid the cries of dawn. Once, it danced on gentle breeze, Now shattered by the storm's decrees. In hearts once pure, now stained with strife, Hope fades like petals from a flower's life. Yet still, within the darkest hour, A seed of peace retains its power. In hearts that dare to dream anew, A spark ignites, a pathway true. Though chaos reigns, and battles roar, A flicker of peace, forevermore. In every soul that yearns for grace, Lies the promise of a sacred space. So let us seek, with hearts aglow, The peace that dwells in depths below. For though it may seem lost, unsure, Peace endures, forever pure.
By Cilian Murphy3 years ago in Poets
Is It Love? (Ask Me in December)
Grace, the MFC, used to be a dancer until her mom died when she was younger (I'm thinking pre-teen, early teens). When her mom was buried, Grace buried her dancing dreams with her mom, feeling like she couldn't dance without her mom. Years pass and Grace meets Dylan, the MMC, who sparks the dream in her again, along with what feels like love.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Poets
