Who wants some emo poetry?
I haven't gotten around to drawing art for this one but i like tge symbolism so i wanted to share it --- black dahlias blossom along these trails as so do my footsteps they will return again next year however i will not fungus crawls from
Blooming Love - short poem
Creating our blossoming field. the field of blooming love. written by: fane star
Poem #15
.^ somehow the paths open up before mine eyes, as i feel the power and energy blossom inside me. my mind feels like it leaves my body behind, with a rush i feel no control, flying down these paths.
…yup…
Nightmare, i'm surprised i can still care at old dreams & goals, i now silently stare now feeling lost, i can't seem to change my facial expression it's not lacking in happiness, but i feel i may be stuck in personal compression what may blossom
The Flower on the Hill
The flower seemed to call to me in a voice that reminded me so dearly of the darling who awaited me so cheerily so i picked the blossom for her to see.
…tired…
Flowers blossomed among a mess, only in my mind it was strange, but they looked for what i could never find a journey somehow yet not taken the path shown was, not one mistaken leading to where i thought i’d already gone before i saw a path, to something
Eeveelutions of Time: Chapter #4
The high demand for coffee in town resulted in the café blossoming. people come worldwide to check out the famous grand café; often a hotspot to meet others from different places.
I will return
I will always comeback no matter where you go upon the blossoming earth; for we are one no longer individual bound upon rebirth.
A Birthday poem for a friend.
Turning point in your life, a new page in an imaginary book, writing in a new chapter, a new dawn of a new day, a glorious sunrise forming a majestic day, in the two or so years i've known you, you've opened up to me, like a very shy bud of a plant, blossoming
Prophet of The Zyl Prolouge
Love blossom and blood flows. battles are lost and some are won. but in the end, only one will stand. the son will stand tall...the zyl will fall. time can only tell.
Stream of love
Both we and love were blossoming. we'd splash inside a cool fresh stream. our time in spring - how sweet the dream! a few years passed; there came an ache for something more in summertime. we felt such heat! down by the lake we soothed our ache.
Pokemon - Tale Of The Guardian Master - CH 55
Glancing it over, chris smiled at its countless blossoms, yet also noticed there were many that bloomed gold in color. "huh... pretty..." he muttered, tilting his head.