winter changes a lot of things. the forest sings hymns of a frozen country, the ice shields our forgotten memories, blue seas have long to journey before they turn to mist, these are the days from an artist's messy canvas, the pine trees are covered in snow, fire-place afternoons and time that slows, the story-tales...
"Writing feels better than speaking" The pictures I used in this book are not mine. Credits to the respective owners... #4 in poetry - 20/05/2022 #1 in freeverse - 21/05/2022 #1 in poetrycollection - 26/05/2022 #1 in poembook - 22/05/2022 #1 in deeppoetry - 21/05/2022 #1 in deepshit - 21/05/2022 #1 in deeppoems - 10/0...
Kalopsia [ka-lop-se-a] Greek (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. Poetry. Mostly intertwined with Tales of Greek Mythology. "Will wonders never cease When my muse saunters the velvet night, And prays to the moon for fine dreams, With the voice of a thousand angels singing a symphony?"...
❝My emotions start to descend down my heart, falling right onto filthy sheets of paper❞ » Shortlisted for Wattpad India Awards 2021 » Featured on WattpadPoetryIN »Featured on WattpadMuticultural [poetry] © ethereal_quill Highest Rankings: ★ #1 in poesia ★#1 in poetry...
[ TO AMÉLIE, THE MOON ] floating listlessly to mars, recounting the story of two lovers separated by stars. i've told this one before, haven't i?
poetry. ❝my eyes dance across the vast sky and land on the sun as it gloriously dives its way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.❞
𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 &𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝑹𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 .
My question marks were never caged but they always find ways to conceal their images and trick the pachydermatous spectator with artifice. Maybe, certainty can be Socrates listening to the mixtape in my closet? Maybe uncertainty can be me without my question marks at all.
