This is a poem about a person looking for a magic potion. A potion, that may bring the already dead men to life.
For diminishing verse, either you have to remove the first letter of each end word or the first few letters.
Fear of the death Than the fear of the dark, Jason is due to hang himself With a bold rope on an oak tree… The rope is ready to kill to destroy; As soon as he rolls it on his neck… “No! No! No! I can’t let to pain…” So… While nobody is at home, And he is so alone,
A companion for long dark nights glasses filled with heavy thoughts tonight, to consume and become delirious where consciousness dissolves and time freezes, where past is tamed and pain slowly mellows where haunting memories escape…
We have to remember we’re one. Loving, supporting and helping one another is really all that matters.
Dawns And Doomsdays Come And Go…, by J. W. Cassandra. My poem was written yet in the beginning of 2019. The poem belongs to my volume 18, titled “Incompletion”, cycle “Soul of My Soul”. I share it here both in English and Hungarian. I use the word “doomsday” in plural intentionally here, despite the fact that it is singular. By these means I would like to render that we can survive more of such terms. Image by Kellepics, Pixabay. J. W. Cassandra: Hajnalok s ítéletnapok jönek-mennek: a verset 2019 elején írtam. A vers a 18., “Hiány” című kötetembe tartozik, a “Lelkemnek lelke” ciklusba. Mind angolul, mind magyarul megosztom. Az “ítéletnapok” szót azért használom többes számban, mert ezzel akarom kifejezni, hogy több ilyen korszakot is túlélhetünk. Kép: Kellepics, Pixabay.
Dawns And Doomsdays Come And Go…, by J. W. Cassandra. My poem was written yet in the beginning of 2019. The poem belongs to my volume 18, titled “Incompletion”, cycle “Soul of My Soul”. I share it here both in English and Hungarian. I use the word “doomsday” in plural intentionally here, despite the fact that it is singular. By these means I would like to render that we can survive more of such terms. Image by Kellepics, Pixabay.
For the comfort of the known we were ready to pay the small price, which was not so distressing as at that innocent age, we were enchanted with the witch who lured everyone with her beauty.
TBH Part III I want you But then again, I don’t want you At the same time I want to wake up next to you Sometimes I just want to swoop in for the rescue …
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TBH (To Be Honest): To be honest I want to come out and say I miss you girl You was my world The way you make my toes curl You was worth every second of…
he curiosity turned into a panic for Morgan. He walked too far ahead and nothing was visible, only, he hoped, if it ended. Hence, it would be better to walk ahead further as he hoped so; maybe, it might have dispersed. “Ugh! Fuck!” Morgan moaned in pain when he fell down, by the time, had stumbled on something. “Ah! What next!” He screeched very loudly as he faced a horrible skull; nonetheless, stood up very quickly. Now, he found himself on a wooden panel which is very narrow. The bottom was full of human skeletons; so, I was walking briskly to get rid of it. “Where the hell am I?” he exclaimed harshly. By the way, the intense fog was still continuing mercilessly. His eyes, on the other hand, were watered and unable to see anything. “Ha?” he reacted when the visibility was available again. “Where’s here so?” he asked himself. Another world or dimension or somewhere else… While he was beholding them, he suddenly saw his name on one of the gravestones!
