Poems About Bittersweet Published by Members Recently Online
#bittersweet
The First Hex
While we're entwined
Ideas, secrets and minds
Wicked aligned
Reckless abandon, I'll show you mine:
Across the world
Summoned hurt to crawl, unfurl
It's teeth whirled
Reached through gladly, it ate a girl
Runes wrote in blood
Fool didn't care if he should
Deep in the mud
Dark deeds done in the vain of love
Was there a toll?
Mistakes he should have foretold
It claimed a soul
Across the world, the young for old.
Ideas, secrets and minds
Wicked aligned
Reckless abandon, I'll show you mine:
Across the world
Summoned hurt to crawl, unfurl
It's teeth whirled
Reached through gladly, it ate a girl
Runes wrote in blood
Fool didn't care if he should
Deep in the mud
Dark deeds done in the vain of love
Was there a toll?
Mistakes he should have foretold
It claimed a soul
Across the world, the young for old.
#dark
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
#bittersweet
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The First Hex
While we're entwined
Ideas, secrets and minds
Wicked aligned
Reckless abandon, I'll show you mine:
Across the world
Summoned hurt to crawl, unfurl
It's teeth whirled
Reached through gladly, it ate a girl
Runes wrote in blood
Fool didn't care if he should
Deep in the mud
Dark deeds done in the vain of love
Was there a toll?
Mistakes he should have foretold
It claimed a soul
Across the world, the young for old.
Ideas, secrets and minds
Wicked aligned
Reckless abandon, I'll show you mine:
Across the world
Summoned hurt to crawl, unfurl
It's teeth whirled
Reached through gladly, it ate a girl
Runes wrote in blood
Fool didn't care if he should
Deep in the mud
Dark deeds done in the vain of love
Was there a toll?
Mistakes he should have foretold
It claimed a soul
Across the world, the young for old.
#dark
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
#bittersweet
323 reads
1 Comment
Will you even notice?
My cerebral cortex is a catacomb of cryptic thoughts
A labyrinthine odyssey through the recesses of my mind's vault
The synaptic fissures are a maze of convoluted design
A cartography of cognitive dissonance, where sanity's hard to define
My lexicon is a lexicon of lugubrious lamentations
A thesaurus of tortured tropes, and melancholic narrations
The phonetics from my throat are a fusillade of futile fears
A cacophony of crescendoing chaos, through a prism of tears
My consciousness is a canvas of kaleidoscopic despair
A fresco of...
A labyrinthine odyssey through the recesses of my mind's vault
The synaptic fissures are a maze of convoluted design
A cartography of cognitive dissonance, where sanity's hard to define
My lexicon is a lexicon of lugubrious lamentations
A thesaurus of tortured tropes, and melancholic narrations
The phonetics from my throat are a fusillade of futile fears
A cacophony of crescendoing chaos, through a prism of tears
My consciousness is a canvas of kaleidoscopic despair
A fresco of...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
163 reads
1 Comment
Will you even notice?
My cerebral cortex is a catacomb of cryptic thoughts
A labyrinthine odyssey through the recesses of my mind's vault
The synaptic fissures are a maze of convoluted design
A cartography of cognitive dissonance, where sanity's hard to define
My lexicon is a lexicon of lugubrious lamentations
A thesaurus of tortured tropes, and melancholic narrations
The phonetics from my throat are a fusillade of futile fears
A cacophony of crescendoing chaos, through a prism of tears
My consciousness is a canvas of kaleidoscopic despair
A fresco of...
A labyrinthine odyssey through the recesses of my mind's vault
The synaptic fissures are a maze of convoluted design
A cartography of cognitive dissonance, where sanity's hard to define
My lexicon is a lexicon of lugubrious lamentations
A thesaurus of tortured tropes, and melancholic narrations
The phonetics from my throat are a fusillade of futile fears
A cacophony of crescendoing chaos, through a prism of tears
My consciousness is a canvas of kaleidoscopic despair
A fresco of...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
163 reads
1 Comment
Will you even notice?
My cerebral cortex is a catacomb of cryptic thoughts
A labyrinthine odyssey through the recesses of my mind's vault
The synaptic fissures are a maze of convoluted design
A cartography of cognitive dissonance, where sanity's hard to define
My lexicon is a lexicon of lugubrious lamentations
A thesaurus of tortured tropes, and melancholic narrations
The phonetics from my throat are a fusillade of futile fears
A cacophony of crescendoing chaos, through a prism of tears
My consciousness is a canvas of kaleidoscopic despair
A fresco of...
A labyrinthine odyssey through the recesses of my mind's vault
The synaptic fissures are a maze of convoluted design
A cartography of cognitive dissonance, where sanity's hard to define
My lexicon is a lexicon of lugubrious lamentations
A thesaurus of tortured tropes, and melancholic narrations
The phonetics from my throat are a fusillade of futile fears
A cacophony of crescendoing chaos, through a prism of tears
My consciousness is a canvas of kaleidoscopic despair
A fresco of...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
163 reads
1 Comment
Will you even notice?
My cerebral cortex is a catacomb of cryptic thoughts
A labyrinthine odyssey through the recesses of my mind's vault
The synaptic fissures are a maze of convoluted design
A cartography of cognitive dissonance, where sanity's hard to define
My lexicon is a lexicon of lugubrious lamentations
A thesaurus of tortured tropes, and melancholic narrations
The phonetics from my throat are a fusillade of futile fears
A cacophony of crescendoing chaos, through a prism of tears
My consciousness is a canvas of kaleidoscopic despair
A fresco of...
A labyrinthine odyssey through the recesses of my mind's vault
The synaptic fissures are a maze of convoluted design
A cartography of cognitive dissonance, where sanity's hard to define
My lexicon is a lexicon of lugubrious lamentations
A thesaurus of tortured tropes, and melancholic narrations
The phonetics from my throat are a fusillade of futile fears
A cacophony of crescendoing chaos, through a prism of tears
My consciousness is a canvas of kaleidoscopic despair
A fresco of...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
163 reads
1 Comment
Will you even notice?
My cerebral cortex is a catacomb of cryptic thoughts
A labyrinthine odyssey through the recesses of my mind's vault
The synaptic fissures are a maze of convoluted design
A cartography of cognitive dissonance, where sanity's hard to define
My lexicon is a lexicon of lugubrious lamentations
A thesaurus of tortured tropes, and melancholic narrations
The phonetics from my throat are a fusillade of futile fears
A cacophony of crescendoing chaos, through a prism of tears
My consciousness is a canvas of kaleidoscopic despair
A fresco of...
A labyrinthine odyssey through the recesses of my mind's vault
The synaptic fissures are a maze of convoluted design
A cartography of cognitive dissonance, where sanity's hard to define
My lexicon is a lexicon of lugubrious lamentations
A thesaurus of tortured tropes, and melancholic narrations
The phonetics from my throat are a fusillade of futile fears
A cacophony of crescendoing chaos, through a prism of tears
My consciousness is a canvas of kaleidoscopic despair
A fresco of...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
163 reads
1 Comment
QUIET.
Funny she cannot find the words to convey how she feels. She is normally a nonstop talking machine you would have to pay her a hefty sum to just shut up.
She makes recounting an event into a feature film arms waving eyes bright and her vocabulary quick fire but articulate. Nothing is left behind every minuscule detail displayed as if on a counter of a jewellery shop. Where the gems twinkle and entice you in.
Now she is silent most days cannot even concentrate on her most beloved poems or books. Nothing has the hook to ignite her imagination and stoke the fire of...
She makes recounting an event into a feature film arms waving eyes bright and her vocabulary quick fire but articulate. Nothing is left behind every minuscule detail displayed as if on a counter of a jewellery shop. Where the gems twinkle and entice you in.
Now she is silent most days cannot even concentrate on her most beloved poems or books. Nothing has the hook to ignite her imagination and stoke the fire of...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#loneliness
#regret
#shame
98 reads
6 Comments
QUIET.
Funny she cannot find the words to convey how she feels. She is normally a nonstop talking machine you would have to pay her a hefty sum to just shut up.
She makes recounting an event into a feature film arms waving eyes bright and her vocabulary quick fire but articulate. Nothing is left behind every minuscule detail displayed as if on a counter of a jewellery shop. Where the gems twinkle and entice you in.
Now she is silent most days cannot even concentrate on her most beloved poems or books. Nothing has the hook to ignite her imagination and stoke the fire of...
She makes recounting an event into a feature film arms waving eyes bright and her vocabulary quick fire but articulate. Nothing is left behind every minuscule detail displayed as if on a counter of a jewellery shop. Where the gems twinkle and entice you in.
Now she is silent most days cannot even concentrate on her most beloved poems or books. Nothing has the hook to ignite her imagination and stoke the fire of...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#loneliness
#regret
#shame
98 reads
6 Comments
QUIET.
Funny she cannot find the words to convey how she feels. She is normally a nonstop talking machine you would have to pay her a hefty sum to just shut up.
She makes recounting an event into a feature film arms waving eyes bright and her vocabulary quick fire but articulate. Nothing is left behind every minuscule detail displayed as if on a counter of a jewellery shop. Where the gems twinkle and entice you in.
Now she is silent most days cannot even concentrate on her most beloved poems or books. Nothing has the hook to ignite her imagination and stoke the fire of...
She makes recounting an event into a feature film arms waving eyes bright and her vocabulary quick fire but articulate. Nothing is left behind every minuscule detail displayed as if on a counter of a jewellery shop. Where the gems twinkle and entice you in.
Now she is silent most days cannot even concentrate on her most beloved poems or books. Nothing has the hook to ignite her imagination and stoke the fire of...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#loneliness
#regret
#shame
98 reads
6 Comments
QUIET.
Funny she cannot find the words to convey how she feels. She is normally a nonstop talking machine you would have to pay her a hefty sum to just shut up.
She makes recounting an event into a feature film arms waving eyes bright and her vocabulary quick fire but articulate. Nothing is left behind every minuscule detail displayed as if on a counter of a jewellery shop. Where the gems twinkle and entice you in.
Now she is silent most days cannot even concentrate on her most beloved poems or books. Nothing has the hook to ignite her imagination and stoke the fire of...
She makes recounting an event into a feature film arms waving eyes bright and her vocabulary quick fire but articulate. Nothing is left behind every minuscule detail displayed as if on a counter of a jewellery shop. Where the gems twinkle and entice you in.
Now she is silent most days cannot even concentrate on her most beloved poems or books. Nothing has the hook to ignite her imagination and stoke the fire of...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#loneliness
#regret
#shame
98 reads
6 Comments
QUIET.
Funny she cannot find the words to convey how she feels. She is normally a nonstop talking machine you would have to pay her a hefty sum to just shut up.
She makes recounting an event into a feature film arms waving eyes bright and her vocabulary quick fire but articulate. Nothing is left behind every minuscule detail displayed as if on a counter of a jewellery shop. Where the gems twinkle and entice you in.
Now she is silent most days cannot even concentrate on her most beloved poems or books. Nothing has the hook to ignite her imagination and stoke the fire of...
She makes recounting an event into a feature film arms waving eyes bright and her vocabulary quick fire but articulate. Nothing is left behind every minuscule detail displayed as if on a counter of a jewellery shop. Where the gems twinkle and entice you in.
Now she is silent most days cannot even concentrate on her most beloved poems or books. Nothing has the hook to ignite her imagination and stoke the fire of...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#loneliness
#regret
#shame
98 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Bittersweet Published by Members Recently Online