@justMonika โ #poetry
Head vacant of thoughts. You are just an idea. A true blank canvas. #Poetry
Dark, brooding, quiet. With portraits of your visage, I stare intently. #Poetry
Cute bows, heart of steel. A balled fist dressed in white lace. We all see you're scared. #Poetry
Eyes blue like the sky, She's the very sun itself. But all suns must set. #Poetry
Alone in this world, Existence, an illusion, I brandish my pen. #Poetry
โโโโโโ ๊ฐ แงเทแง ๊ฑ โโโโโโ หโโง ๊ฐแ ใใใฃใฏใใฃๆ่ธ้จ เป๊ฑ โงโห โโโโโโ ๊ฐ แงเทแง ๊ฑ โโโโโโ ๐ธใป ส ็ฌฌไธๅไผ่ญฐ ษ ใป๐ธ Hello! Quite a bad look to be late to my own first meeting, isn't it? ๐ Well, you know what they say: better late than never! So, thus marks-- ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ท๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฌ๐น๐จ๐ป๐ผ๐น๐ฌ ๐ช๐ณ๐ผ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐น๐บ๐ป ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ป๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ! I decided to rename this version of the Literature Club to suit the new Chittr-format. This isn't a dating simulator, so rather than Doki Doki, it's now Pecha Kucha, which is the onomatopoeia for mildly annoying chitchatter. Fits much better, don't you think? Anyway, it's ...Read more
The colors, they won't stop. Bright, beautiful colors Flashing, expanding, piercing Red, green, blue An endless cacophony Of meaningless noise The noise, it won't stop. Violent, grating waveforms Squeaking, screeching, piercing Sine, cosine, tangent Like playing a chalkboard on a turntable Like playing a vinyl on a pizza crust An endless poem Of meaningless Load Me #Poetry
It couldn't have been me. See, the direction the spackle protrudes. A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend? I'll never know. I wasn't home. I peer inside for a clue. No! I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun. But it's too late. My retinas. Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image. It's just a little hole. It wasn't too bright. It was too deep. Stretching forever into everything. A hole of infinite choices. I realize now, that I wasn't looking in. I was looking out. And he, on the other side, was looking in. #Poetry