There is a soothing storm within. Gently, thunder booms from my heart.Gentle heartbeats make emotional wavesand I cannot stop my feelings for her.There is a teary deluge within.My tears, the wine of my loneliness,which intoxicates me until I’m love-struckand...
Odeto the inky,midnight Raven,harbinger of ill-omen.Lightlessness in her eyes,heralding one’s demise.Wolfish, you are!Voraciously within those eyes lies hunger.Darkly clad, your soul will nigrify.
Psychosis carried in the gales,for I am surely windblown,windward from my own psyche,where boundaries of reality have eroded.With concealed hands,a nonvisual hallucination caressesthe encasement of my soul,provoking verbal responses.Nothingness which wreathes around me,a curve in a state of nonexistencemeandering...
This piece turns so well…
Word selection totally opens
up the experience…
Righteous darkness…
Inspiring to me…
I am writing a story
about a group of poets
who commit group
suicide…
Was gonna be three
ladies, who learn
one of them dying…
Inspired by Eerie…
But then I decided
I would need more
bodies to qualify
for:
Group suicide.
Hahaha.
I started the
story in first
person narrative
but I am thinking
of pulling out
of that and going
into omniscient,
if that’s even possible…
🙂
Nicely done Daniel…