[444] The Festival of Poetry

[444] The Festival of Poetry

In the bloom of April⁣discipline is cultivated and⁣the morning light feels curious⁣Heightened awareness ⁣for words unknown⁣from unconscious worlds unexplored⁣The rise of wordsmiths ⁣cultivating a culture of rhyme⁣creating a bridge from their ⁣abyss to walk into the readers' soul ⁣⁣We dream alliterations in April⁣and imagine imagery in its infinite jest⁣We personify the prompts given ⁣and keep [...]

[186] Mindful Days

[186] Mindful Days

When it feels like present with no weight of the past or the worry of the future it was under the shade of a tree with your hand in mine when you called me mine When it feels like present when I slept in your arms it was a night’s sleep with no dreams even [...]

[184] When I See You

[184] When I See You

lo-fi summer chill in your summer house feet entangled feelings entangled but it doesn’t matter in your summer house everything is rosy down here sun shines in your summer house but it doesn’t hurt like it used to maybe its because we’re alone together now there is no room for darkness around here even the [...]

[147] Falling Stars

[147] Falling Stars

Yesterday feels like tomorrow when you're stuck in a routine Sleeping feels like waking and dreaming feels like living Your life is muddled up in a series of activities meant to soothe you into a slumber of having no sensations finally They say love helps you find your home or the idea of it because you still [...]