Tags melancholy
HomelessA Poem by SumanaEvening...Your storyreflects that of mine,and that is how we entwine.Sun closes his eyes and rests upon your bedPainting your veil with crimson red,Al.. |
Long time comingA Poem by ASLong time coming |
KohlA Poem by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Be..Complaining and resisting from complaining at the same time create riot of emotions in the heart of writer whose heart is already scorched by the vehe.. |
Drive-By On 5th StreetA Story by StratosphereJust something cute, I suppose. I forgot I had this account tbh. |
NymphetA Poem by 憂鬱 | YuutsuFor the Girl in the Red Dress. |
The quiet terror of being aliveA Poem by Marina N. LovrićMy latest work , I'll probably change this a lot but here it is for now |
You'll find me at the end of the ropeA Poem by Marina N. LovrićNo one knows this place , quiet and serene , deep in the mountains beneath an avalanche Hanging in the branches of a weeping willow ; choking.. |
To Lie Awake at NightA Poem by A Calming StormMy first poem written by the glow of streetlights. |
Human WreckageA Poem by A Calming StormI am trying to get betterBut it's hard to get betterWhen everyone is treating me like a porcelaindollFragmented and held together with tape.Passing me.. |
Life & TimeA Poem by ntjadamsIt never runs the way u want, It messes up every childhood haunt. It hurts u when you're already down, It heals you till you come around. At times.. |
The phantom of FallA Poem by MoonieAll seasons are good enough for birth,Autumn-the best for dying...The memories of Summer are now buried,under the graves of our lies.In my veins, flo.. |
OsloA Story by Aishwarya AcharyaHe took a great shower. A good shower always helped him think straight. Clothes, shoes, jackets, tickets, passport, sunglasses and a pack of Disp.. |
Wasted SpaceA Poem by Causality1989I'm an object never used, companionship I never taste. I'm not the object of someone's desire, for people are too quick to judge with their hateful.. |
Again and AgainA Poem by Ebb and FlowLife has proven to me again and again that no matter how hard you try, your best is never going to be good enough. You can love someone so f.. |
Nocturnal MelancholyA Poem by Carel ManiThis is something I felt during 7 years of imprisonment on a foreign continent. |
SouvenirA Story by YouoweYoupayBonus chapter from a novel I've been working on. |