Thoughts Of A Curious Mind

Thoughts Of A Curious Mind

  • WpView
    Reads 244
  • WpVote
    Votes 29
  • WpPart
    Parts 6
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Sep 5, 2013
WpInfo
Poetry
When a thought emerges in my mind, it starts to grow. Its shoots start to elongate and flower buds start to blossom. These are my thoughts, curious and strange.
All Rights Reserved
#182
curious
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Fuck You for Your Misunderstanding
  • Poetry & random loving thoughts
  • BED & BREAKFAST
  • Love Is A Mystery
  • Epeolatry
  • Inflorescence
  • Underfresh sans x reader
  • YOU NAME IT
  • Uninvited guest (sollux x reader insert)
  • Melody of the Unsaid (Short stories)

Before I Sought the Light I Was: Entangled in the hurricane of carnal desires whilst fighting against the flow-less and time-consuming isolation that tempted me to stay in my place. I was staring at my own reflection for a number of days, hoping that when I blinked, I would see something change. When nothing did I began dancing into my psyche and peeping through keyhole at the center of my mind and through it I saw an endless battle between the perpetual darkness that loneliness entails and the wet roses of lust. I saw a war break out between the icy lands of my heart and the volcanic eruption of my thoughts. The shadows in the corner sending whispers via pigeons that would get caught in jet engines before they could be delivered to an ear eager to listen. As I stared through that peephole, hardly noticing the door, I wondered--and I wandered, until I was unable to distinguish either.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines