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#nightdwellers I walk and make my way with brittle steps. Conscious cascade Streams of thought, whispering breeze Shutter this window Caw of crow over roiling sea.
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#nightdwellers I walk and make my way with brittle steps. Conscious cascade Streams of thought, whispering breeze Shutter this window Caw of crow over roiling sea.
#nightdwellers The small darkened room is a remnant of our past. An unmade bed a reminder of when we were here last. The discarded piece of parchment signifies my skin.
#nightdwellers Could offend the sensitive I suppose To share my soul delight, Naughty secrets in the night, Pure wants, dominating minds, sexual thoughts desires entwined.
Tickets for the ballet and a beautiful new dress. Champagne and lobster, and I felt just like a princess. Such a beautiful performance the dancers excelled.
#nightdwellers The sky parts revealing the silver enchanting moon. The stars flicker as though playing a coded tune. Opaque shadows dance in the abandoned streets.
#firstlinechallenge #nightdwellers #procrastination The frosted grass cracked underfoot As winter took hold on the night. A lonely march of weathered boots Left shadowed tracks in the night.
#nightdwellers #beginningline The frosted grass cracked under foot as winter took hold on the night.
#nightdwellers I remember watching from afar, Mesmerised by the way... The man in red scarf moved, invisible, till darkness hid day.
#nightdwellers #beginningline. The frosted grass cracked underfoot,. As winter took a hold of the night,. Santa appeared covered in soot,. Giving the reindeers such a fright,.
#nightdwellers #beginningline #withsomelibertiestaken The frosted grass Cracked underfoot As Winter took a hold On the Knight.
I hear the hands of death. A tick, a tock, a tocking. They haunt my every step, They tick, they tock. Just mocking. I fear the hands of death, A tick, a tock, a tocking.
The more I dwell over these past few months, the more I realise I have never done enough. I've always been a quiet person, afraid to come out of my shell.
#nightdwellers. What's in a word. That hasn't already been said,. Sometimes there are no ways to describe how I feel. So they stay sadly inside my head,. No poem or rhyme,. Can save the time,.
#nightdwellers. She sat quite still,. Eyes ocean blur,. Mind in the floating hill,. As dreams and thoughts begin to whir,. Cloud and tree,. Loud and free,. Trapped in a cage,. A cage with no bars,.
#nightdwellers. Dark creatures loom in tunnels,. Shadows hover on walls,. I catch a glimpse of the moonlight,. Through the gap of the hall,. Loud noises screeching,. Then I hear a cry,.
#beginningline #nightdwellers. The frosted grass cracked underfoot. As winter took a hold on the night. A viscous chill would shake my core. The air would take a bite.
+18 #Nightdwellers I'm the agent of fear, You cannot replace. Your tears I will taste, Your fears I'll embrace. I'll jeer and I'll chase, No safe place of grace.
#nightdwellers Forever and a day, Those words I dream, The simple thing to say, Or so it would seem, You're not like the rest, Yet only I can see, You never settle for second best, So why settle for...
The frosted grass cracked underfoot As winter took a hold on night The chilled air gave a heavy groan As shadows danced in the moonlight You took my hand and I took yours Walking slowly, glove in...
#nightdwellers I'm a tornado spinning on life's dusty path, Churning up the debris of mirages that memories fade to last. The religious storms above me divide the pressures of histories heated love.
#nightdwellers. Walking through the glowing city light,. Watching smiles of delight,. Keeping warm by the fire,. Christmas love its spicy desire,. All alone surrounded by friends,.
#nightdwellers The sun surrenders it's golden glow Darkness takes over and steals the show. Night matures like a fine vintage wine The sky lights up as the stars brightly shine.
I've never known something like this, it's a cross between fear and happiness. It's a fine line between delusion and reality. My mind keeps switching, between past and present.
#nightdwellers. Lying beneath the emerald pine,. Snow and sunlight gleam and shine,. Cinnamon and apples glazed and sweet,. Cold fresh air where Christmas vapours meet,. Midnight blue skies.