kitrosemon13

Paint a picture of bright flowers, reach for the unreachable within one hour. Look within yourself to find your power, then bloom into a fragrent flower. Go back into retrospect ...

Lost in thought I think of you, to see a world unseen, to be made new. Bloom into a rose then back into a seed, or stay forever like air ...

I enjoy reading all of your works but this one was my favorite. Though it did not have much imagery I liked the flow of it, it made me laugh ...

I enjoy reading all of your works but this one was my favorite. Though it did not have much imagery I liked the flow of it, it made me laugh ...

I merely skimmed through this, it seems like your writing about someone named Sara and you seem upset. But I don't see the emotions, you say you cry and your ...

Some parts confused me when I read this, somehow in parts your rhymes were sort of off. It was like you were forcing the poem into rhyme. The repetition in ...

Chapter 3, Helpless Hope I couldn't make sense of this, Jane was dead and yet she was here. I was standing within arms length. What was going on here ? ...

Open rooms with shattered glass, My mind is spinning, how long will this last ? My heart beats stumble and I get thrown into darkness. It's consuming me, and I ...

Through the green grass the wind blows, it stops and I'll never know why. I'm with a friend from my imagination, he knows what I mean when I say 'the ...

Bitter Taste Chapter 2 It doesn't hurt to think of her that much, but I can still hear my parents crying late at night. Air turns cold sometimes, and I ...

Soft white clouds fly overhead. Yellow flowers sleep in the beds. Beautiful children dance and sing, these are the things that happiness brings. Mountains sing joyous songs of spring and ...

Chapter 1 I can remember so clearly. I can hear her laugh, I can feel her heartbeat. I remember her but no one else does. I remember Jane. She had ...

I throw a rock and the mirror breaks. I cannot stand to see my face, My hideous heart is now stone cold. The air is like a wispy ribbon, tying ...

I remember when we walked hand in hand down the beach. As the sun was setting the water turned gray and my heart grew warm. Sometimes it was like you ...

This world is so cold and so full of hate, People know no other thing. It seems we have to hate to get pride, it seems it's the only way ...