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Change
Is it all my fault? But don't people sometimes change? What is hope if not?
Ariel JosephPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Nykkjen
All appears well on the lake. The sun is almost completely hidden by the mountains, leaving multitudes of green, pink, and gold lights close behind. Already, the stars appear in the dark blue and black canvas. As beautiful as the lake was in the day, and full of life and fun, all was magnificent with the night all around, croaking frogs on lily pads, fish swimming and resting peacefully, dragonflies and fireflies streaking through the dark, bringing more beauty to the scene, and other night creatures stopped by to drink from the cool water. But out of all the sights and sounds of the lake, the most beautiful, most painful, and the most unfathomable, was the echoing twine of a fiddle.
Shelby R PerezPublished about a year ago in FictionDear Reader:
Dear Reader: For the moment you are trapped in these pages unable to pull your eyes away caught in the images I created in your mind
Elle BrooksPublished about a year ago in PoetsTime Capsule
Treasure left behind The past, buried, made solid Worth far more than gold.
Shelby R PerezPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Scrapped Next Time
Measured by day's waste Plastic mounds on idle chests I will break down first
Time
Just a measurement We never seem to notice Until it is too
Kade PatrickPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Tyranny of Purple
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. I hated those goddamn clouds. The klaxons would sound, the whistles trilled, echoing down the cobbled alleyways. Windows clanged shut, doors slammed. And the world, in a matter of seconds, fell silent.
Aaron SteelePublished about a year ago in FictionRing of Fire
A colour that shines so bright, A colour of blood that brightens the night A blazing fire that passes once more, A ring of fire flashing through each door