Be the tropes parables
Metaphors running rivers
In veins pumping thru my skin
Telling allegories
I’m #unbridle-d
I’m of the possessed obsessed
Living in castles on a land
Far far away
Encircled by a moat
Named MakeBelieve
#vss365
Be the tropes parables
Metaphors running rivers
In veins pumping thru my skin
Telling allegories
I’m #unbridle-d
I’m of the possessed obsessed
Living in castles on a land
Far far away
Encircled by a moat
Named MakeBelieve
#vss365
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semi-entranced in exploring,
something ahead seems alluring,
but the blue-grey sky retreats,
finding a calm remains out of reach,
all is still, except a worried heart,
this path, no end, shredding hope apart.
semi-entranced in exploring,
something ahead seems alluring,
but the blue-grey sky retreats,
finding a calm remains out of reach,
all is still, except a worried heart,
this path, no end, shredding hope apart.
is a pipe dream at best
I’d like one where I don’t have
to put out the fires or
clean up a mess
I’d just like to take a deep breath
and then catch a rest
is a pipe dream at best
I’d like one where I don’t have
to put out the fires or
clean up a mess
I’d just like to take a deep breath
and then catch a rest
when a lost number
was the cause of
infinite sadness
when a lost number
was the cause of
infinite sadness
Untitled by Eli Belt
Open a pot of paint,
Add two pinches of flower petals,
Stir in toasted marshmallow memories,
Sip until you feel uncontrollable fits of laughter closely associated with jumping in piles of leaves.
Soak in the aromas and textures of autumn…
The whole poem is in photo.
Untitled by Eli Belt
Open a pot of paint,
Add two pinches of flower petals,
Stir in toasted marshmallow memories,
Sip until you feel uncontrollable fits of laughter closely associated with jumping in piles of leaves.
Soak in the aromas and textures of autumn…
The whole poem is in photo.
Across the road, I saw a woman who could be my #twin.
A car screeched up, swallowed the woman; sped away.
I subtly sped up too.
#vss365 #vssmystery #vssdaily
Where
Werewolf shadows
Lurk
And
Revengeful spirits
Plot
She's
Something ghostly
Lost beneath
Blackened trees
In
A heart
That no longer
Beats
No one
Remembered
Hardly any cared
But she
Perhaps
Too much
Perhaps
For all that didn't
And
She loved
Far more
Than any
Where
Werewolf shadows
Lurk
And
Revengeful spirits
Plot
She's
Something ghostly
Lost beneath
Blackened trees
In
A heart
That no longer
Beats
No one
Remembered
Hardly any cared
But she
Perhaps
Too much
Perhaps
For all that didn't
And
She loved
Far more
Than any
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