CRIMSON INK

Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt #215 Bleeding be my forte.Into the night, I whisper my verses.But when in short of ink, I use my crimson share. (Word Count - 22)

I wish to be an Intense Star.

Pc : Ihor Malyitskyi @Unsplash.com Lights in the night sky flickering,shooting shimmer into my eyes.Drowsy but searching for some lies,to not believe in whisperingsfrom past moments still lingering.Sensing the dark between the stars,like the blood flowing from my scars,enough to birth a million me.Scintillating above dark seas-I wish to be an intense star.

Wind of CHANGE/ Poem

Image Courtesy : Internet I do not remember why.I do not remember when.I stepped outside.It was a windy day.A strong gush of wind,Hit me hard.My neatly parted hair,Set on a flying frenzy.The wind,Carried dust within,And she like an ace artist,Took meTo be her canvas.Her perfect strokes,Made me her masterpiece.And then, she was gone.That was not... Continue Reading →

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