Awaken and rise,
spread your wings across blue skies,
let your dragon roar.
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Empty hands are cold, the bystanders ignore warmth, and the light dies slow.
By Luna Jordan4 months ago in Poets
The wind whispered secretively, “Be afraid…” And you whispered back “I will” And this truth was locked away. The fire roared seductively,
By Adam Kolozetti2 days ago in Poets
I stand at the threshold. Callous palm latched around the cold knob of a warm door. I press my wax-riddled ear to hear through the wooden core.
By Kale Sinclair4 days ago in Poets
The train stop lives in the heart of the city—a city whose name I don’t care to recall, as it does not care to recall me. There is a chill in the air, not consequential of the gentle breeze, but something more of a sensation, like goose bumps felt within.
By Belleabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
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Oooo, this felt so liberating! Loved it!
Yes, just shout out your good feelings. Good job.