Submissions by AlisVolatPropriis8
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Experiences as well.
The afternoon clock.
She cares amongst her sundry white
Tunics about her books to bag
Ber back to work
Playing a knight's game in the
Town were daily workers
On slowmotion to Mondays
She says sounds of
Sundays morning
And night pencils
Grim ghosts in the hanger
pale brown eyes.
Tunics about her books to bag
Ber back to work
Playing a knight's game in the
Town were daily workers
On slowmotion to Mondays
She says sounds of
Sundays morning
And night pencils
Grim ghosts in the hanger
pale brown eyes.
#vampires
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The flight of Lily's.
On a sunny lake
She rose to sun
Beaming flow of orange
Tendrils
Amongst the teacher's pen
She wrote letters
About love and miscellaneous
Work that have been waiting on station
To flow by sunny orange lake side
A sun to smile
Often her way to wave her school board games she picked up a green leaf.
She rose to sun
Beaming flow of orange
Tendrils
Amongst the teacher's pen
She wrote letters
About love and miscellaneous
Work that have been waiting on station
To flow by sunny orange lake side
A sun to smile
Often her way to wave her school board games she picked up a green leaf.
#vampires
#ghosts
#fairies
#unicorns
#witches
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The rise and Rose.
Nursed an uniform.
#dating
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The village.
Let the pastures be green
Brother..
She is from Mars she says..
Free from dust.
Away from the mirror..
Ghost.
Brother..
She is from Mars she says..
Free from dust.
Away from the mirror..
Ghost.
#mirror
263 reads
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The pills.
Belly induced pills
To save her jet auroras.
To save her jet auroras.
#abuse
#bullying
388 reads
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The rose.
Roses are always red.
For she was surrounded by turtle.
For she was surrounded by turtle.
#children
#soldiers
#LGBT
#heroic
#masculinity
301 reads
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The nymph.
It's paper
Not plastic.
Life cycle varied.
Not plastic.
Life cycle varied.
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
#weakness #vulnerability
#weakness #vulnerability
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The eve.
#LifeCycle
269 reads
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The pencil.
A blind paper white.
And crow sharp black.
A woods in the dew.
A pencil in case of Casey.
There are things which never ceases
To exist.
And crow sharp black.
A woods in the dew.
A pencil in case of Casey.
There are things which never ceases
To exist.
#responsibility
#passion
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The green planet.
If the rains leaves me
Unwashed will you.
There was silence as the
Rain fell back up to the
Floor undone. In the midst of
The cloudy night and hay
She grew strong. Where the
kids play to the sunflower fields
I lay across my window pane
In front of the wooden door
With a piece of paper and work .
Unwashed will you.
There was silence as the
Rain fell back up to the
Floor undone. In the midst of
The cloudy night and hay
She grew strong. Where the
kids play to the sunflower fields
I lay across my window pane
In front of the wooden door
With a piece of paper and work .
#freedom
#passion
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The careless.
She said I feel red roses...
No he said
Just white yellow roses.
Graham
To
Lily green.
(In memory of a lost one).
No he said
Just white yellow roses.
Graham
To
Lily green.
(In memory of a lost one).
#books
#reading
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The night passage.
She waited at platform
Playing with dull ghosts
In the night's tea cup
The ceremony at her home
Made her hurry
Her children at night brewing
Yawning she was taking
Her glasses to mirror
Carefully at the doll house
Near the train station.
Playing with dull ghosts
In the night's tea cup
The ceremony at her home
Made her hurry
Her children at night brewing
Yawning she was taking
Her glasses to mirror
Carefully at the doll house
Near the train station.
#ghosts
#fairies
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