There is a pretty side to me
No one has ever seen
My head is full of so many gorgeous things
A black dragon
Dancing for a drawing
Smiling for a promise
protecting for close trust
A giant tree
Glass bottles on every sad branch
Drooping leaves tickle a stream
Three girl's dead in a river
The music
Takes my heart to kiss
Takes my soul to hug
Holds my mind for love
I dream of this world every night
Where I'll lay on the sweet grass
And stare through the leafy ceiling
Into the floating stars which twinkle
And reflects into my eyes
Unfortunately,
This is only my imagination
Always ruined by validation
No one wants me to dream of such a place
Hell Raises in the East (Pt.1) by Multicharbar, literature
Literature
Hell Raises in the East (Pt.1)
All my friends gathered around to have a meeting.
A quiet meeting not about a specific anything. But everyone I knew was there: Stockton, Maxis, Lovi, Iddy, Arthur...
And me, Jacky, who came along as told by Stockton. He beckoned me, sweetly, and we talked about things with each other through the walk to the meeting. I told him about my psychiatric dreams I've been imagining lately, about an ancient ghost that floats the world we live in. I don't want to let it bother me but I'm starting to get afraid about my dreams.
He shrugs and opens to door before me to the meeting room. Without question I shuffled inside the room; it's entirely wood and