"newcomer" poems
The doctrine lines,
The white brick walls,
Coffee creeps,
We still drink,
Our tastes have just changed,
Who took the last of the ******* sugar?
It's been empty for weeks,
But mainstays stay, mainly,
Another 24 hours,
Some look less,
Another victim of violence visitation,
Rattling sign, the wind makes it's appearance,
We made it,
Johnboy the ****** tells aboot,
His momentum,
Taking his mom oot to dinner,
He wore his tattoos on his face,
One cheek said sin, the other, ner,
Shakey Sam comes every meow and then,
Saying nothing has changed again,
Lights are flickering,
While Jesus Jane is on another rant,
You know, aboot Jesus and whatnot,
Atheist Jocoby just groans,
The coffee is a bit burnt,
So is my tongue,
New cats, alley cats,
Dogs and birds,
I couldn't tell you which one I am,
Emergency alarms a buzzing all around,
We just turn down the sound,
As it's another go round,
to speak,
I'm James and I'm an alcoholic,
Hi James,
Turn over turn on,
Hold hands with scumbags turned saints,
All because of the fire we got from a drink,
A smoke,
A burnt down life turned to building,
We hug once again,
And step ootside,
Open door policy,
And fire in the sky is there waiting,
Some run,
Some cry,
Shakey Sam wonders aloud,
Will his dealer deliver,
****** Johnboy calls his mom,
Jesus Jane prays,
And Atheist Jocoby drives away,
I put the sign back on the door,
And make a new ***
I want to hear that story,
Of how that newcomer once got shot,
By a disgruntled **** in San Francisco bay,
At least I don't need a drink today.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
A little bag of bones and ***** skin crawls lackadaisically,
Looking every inch like a moving mass of biltong,
With one arm weakly clasped on the protruding belly,
Looks for somewhere to lie,
Some water tank explodes from inside of her,
Writhes in unimaginable agony,
Screams the screams of death,
Spreads her bony legs sickly,
Out comes an object,
Yes, a baby is born,
In extreme poverty,
It cries and cries,
The shallow cries of a newcomer,
It cries the cries of not being well,
It opens its tiny eyes to a new world,
A world extensively pregnant of poverty,
It dies in the weak sickly mother’s arms,
Veins-wrapped boney powerless arms,
The death of a missed call desperately wanted,
Ended before it even started,
In extreme poverty, it dies,
Just like it was born,
It is eaten by starving dogs,
Dogs in extreme poverty,
Perfunctorily torn apart like a rag doll,
As the mother helplessly watches,
Too weak to do anything,
Born and died in poverty.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 7:34 AM UTC
Fountains of flowers, growing so fast.
Such a shame that none of them last.
Summer blossoms soon will wane,
They’ll be back next year again.
Bees await the autumn flowers,
Checking out the wooded bowers.
Twittering blackbirds guard their land:
Will their fights get out of hand?
Swallows swoop with arcing wings,
Ever returning for endless Springs.
It’s early July, just past midsummer,
Every green leaf is a newcomer.
Earlier dawn and longer light,
Durable daylight and shorter night.
British weather will still prevail:
Sunny spells and storms with hail.
Winter always is a ******
I thank Goodness we have our Summer.
Paul Butters
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 5:59 AM UTC
Strobe lights
Flashing different colors
Every which way I look
They catch the texture of my dress
As I shimmy beside you
We are a strange couple
You with your pale skin
Me with my sweet caramel twist shade
The song changes
This more upbeat
The florescent lights flash faster
The bass thrums in my heart
My body starts to feel the music.
I let go and allow my body to do the rest
I feel a tap on my shoulder
Him.
This boy
I declined
Because of an age difference
He bows and asks for a dance..
I consider
I look at my date
With a stern look upon his child-like face he nods his head at me
He doesn't like this newcomer
Yet
He let's go of my hand as if to say
"It'll be okay for one dace"
I go take this newcomers hand
And dance a slow dance during a fast paced song
Odd...
The song is over as fast as it started
The guest thanks me
and sends me back on my way
back to the boy awkwardly waiting for his mistress to return
A smile immediately illuminates his face
"We are just friends," I think
"We must be..."
As the night progresses it is soon time to leave
He kisses me on the cheek as another once once did and goes off on his way
As I do mine
I see the visitor once more but I decide to evade him
For he is not worth my time
He does not notice me
Good.
I am off
Off to sleep
Now safe in my bed
Homecoming?
Perfect way
To end my night.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
At long last summer is here,
Time to lounge in the garden
And then have a beer.
My porch is boiling,
Have opened my front door.
No more Winter toiling,
This sun I do adore.
The bees are busy buzzing,
They’ve got a lot to do.
Those flowers they still are budding,
And there’s a lazy-rhyme for you.
Ready for your mid-year hollies?
You bet I am, you say.
Ice cream and lollies,
You’ll soon be on your way.
The beach will sure get busy,
No parking on the prom.
Lemonade so fizzy,
Going down like a bomb.
Great time for walking,
Out in the countryside.
Lots of time for talking
Or going for a ride.
My favourite cove awaits me.
A time to really chill out.
It really will be stress-free,
Time to have a scout.
Yes I really love summer,
That’s all I have to say.
Time to be a newcomer:
I’m on my way.
Paul Butters
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 5:59 AM UTC
He hurriedly glanced at his wristwatch again,
The shadow of the cross from the steeple
Landing in the middle of the watch.
A sigh echoed through the church courtyard,
And a few rats scurried out of their hide-aways.
They should be here by now.
The moon hung in the sky,
Trying and failing to shed light on what was below.
The harsh noise of a truck on gravel reached his ears,
And he breathed a sigh of relief.
The newcomer parked the truck and lumbered out,
Holding several filthy beer bottles in his large, grimy hands.
“Here you go.”
His voice was gruff, calloused even, as if it was being
Grated like cheese.
Money from the priest’s hands went into the driver’s hands,
And when the priest looked into his eyes,
They spoke legends of ******
The truck drove away, and
Pretty soon the courtyard was silent again,
Except for the hoot of an owl,
The contented sigh of the priest, and the
Pop of a beer bottle being opened.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:36 PM UTC
THE CHICK in the egg picks at the shell, cracks open one oval world, and enters another oval world.
"Cheep ... cheep ... cheep" is the salutation of the newcomer, the emigrant, the casual at the gates of the new world.
"Cheep ... cheep" ... from oval to oval, sunset to sunset, star to star.
It is at the door of this house, this teeny weeny eggshell exit, it is here men say a riddle and jeer each other: who are you? where do you go from here?
(In the academies many books, at the circus many sacks of peanuts, at the club rooms many cigar butts.)
"Cheep ... cheep" ... from oval to oval, sunset to sunset, star to star.
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Sometimes I wonder about the girl in the back of the class with the Hogwarts shirt who knows everything.
Sometimes I wonder about the shy, new boy who is slightly bigger than the rest of our Psych class.
Sometimes I wonder about the varsity soccer player with a little sister who is a newcomer.
Sometimes I wonder about how my math teacher and assistant director are dating.
Sometimes I wonder why the boy in my English class feels the need to argue everything.
Sometimes I wonder how the girls in my class do their makeup so precisely.
Sometimes I wonder what life would be like without my siblings.
Sometimes I wonder what I would do if my best friend died.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I died.
Sometimes I wonder about my future.
Sometimes I wonder how we're all connected without really being connected at all.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
Him who makes me hazy.
Him who's laugh makes me starstruck.
Him who's soft accented voice lets off "One year, Nineteen days."
Voices exchange.
Brain numb, and hands perspiring I step back.
"W-what?" I stutter.
"The day you broke up with me."
Blood rushes to my cheeks fast like a ******
Him who smiles that broken smile, the striking smile.
Him who looks like a newcomer.
Him who I haven't held in an eternity.
In One year and Nineteen days.
Five months, January 1st to April 28th.
One year and Nineteen days.
Him who had no trepidation.
Him who broke my heart as well as his.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
As a newcomer
To this premier
Website for
poesía,
I
Get
Motion
Sick
Ness.
From seeing
The disdain
And despise.
Seeing other
Poets young
Old, couraged
Bold, happy,
Molds in
Their prime. Get bullied by other bullies.
By fanatics who ****
And maim, while their
Heads are held up in shame.
With a halo of pain
Murdering one
Another.
I seemed to have forgotten
Aren't we sisters
And poetic brothers,
Yet giving hatred
For hatred!
Not healing
Its
Wounds.
I believe in a powerful
God who loves, not based
On a theory of Darwinian
Baboons.
Message not clear
To
You. We are indistinguishable.
With the same red flowing through our arms.
Hearts that beat
With homes
Alarms.
Some drive cars
Others can't afford them.
Some have high class suits
Some are poor,
Some handle food
Some open doors.
Some journey
I want to explore.
To the point
The
malefactor and villain
Is not the ones you
Choose to
Make smaller. You only make them BIGGER
As your size
Capsulates as a pea to the wind.
Your the same you killer of poetic flame!
YOU ARE THEM.
So stop Killing
With words
Of no
Knowledge.
Start shaking hands
Saying good Job
Poetic muse
Of earth wind.
As you slay
And think -hey-
Maybe today I won the fight.
Always
Remember
You ****** yourself
Slowly
And that piles
Night by night.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
I am known to have several hobbies,
as I also have significant prowess in each.
Because in anything that I do
and whatever I want to try,
I always do it naturally and good
just like a bird taking flight.
When it comes to new interests,
I am simply the best student.
I learn and plan carefully with method
and execute flawlessly with madness.
Calling and pulling down rain like a God,
I water my passions like lilies in the garden.
When it comes to new knowledge,
I am a servant yet the queen of this village.
A newcomer gangster who rules the streets,
I am feared in every turn and corner.
Yet an overqualified maiden on the sheets,
I am tenderly adored and kissed better.
When learning about new languages,
I dedicate it only for the arts and letters.
Speak foreign words like it's teenage love,
I've sworn this is only on paper, not my lips.
Sing fluently like my head with heels above,
I swallow my pride and swing my hips.
When talking about arbitraries and goals,
I am never not in the know from the get-go.
I am an angel who sets and builds the stage,
when I show up, nobody feels the breeze.
Yet I am the devil that gambles and trades,
in my refusal everybody finds their release.
Jul 10, 2022
Jul 10, 2022 at 6:03 AM UTC
Ladies Eve; Einstein brings stars from the Chinese temple
[wave angel (hidden message) hairy witches]
living the computer to understand. Read the cold language;
Christian holds daughter talking about *****
Gypsy muses of Bob return his ears teenagers
began the radio called the corporate meat watch
Lucky newcomer Injured Jack;
lower cloudy blond the creation of a leather kiss
die death rhythm taken by sensation without what
was nailed; said simply rolled up ****
would not listen to the desert clothes
in the morning
drinking to half knowing six walked six shades
wide fun in power has never been to stand dawn
hot mountains goddess sweaty sport lover
receives enough standard to change the devil's movement
against a clear day, the view of almost the same time,
a straight line is greater than it seems
on the coasts of Asia, Jews who had married a jewel,
even early in the morning from the fornication
of that the probability of problems in the plural
numbers rolling to the hills,
the fields of human knowledge in the image,
as well as to desire for an open bra, 1
I remember years ago that they have an innate,
properly speaking, to indicate that they became
the same lady was surprised at the night
is the image of the movement of destiny
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
tangerine cider tickles my tongue
ultraviolet undulates on the blacktop,
a summer wave of a mistaken mirage
falsified, yet ever-so-present
i could've sworn it was tangible
the taste of your lips i've forgotten
some of the memories have dissipated
brown hair trickles along my earlobes
chocolate caresses my cheek
eyes stay peeled on me
i changed
my skin has sunken with calories
and my lips have cracked unwillingly
i watch tires swerving by
and ponder the progress i've made
yet i can't seem to wonder
if i've forgotten a piece of me
as i searched for what i'd lost,
for what you had stolen,
to no avail
how can i forgive someone
i can't even fathom to respect
empathy is a blessing to others
but a curse residing within
unforeseen laughter tickles my tongue
ultraviolet undulates against your desktop,
a newcomer waves to your own entourage
falsified, yet ever-so-present
Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 6:08 PM UTC
She went out dancing with her sister.
No thought of romance in her head.
A ****** on the loose in a big city.
She would end up in a stranger’s bed.
There were skanks and fancy boy ******
It looked like they were having so much fun.
Some guy offered her a cocktail so she
Thought it wouldn't hurt to have just one.
Criminals of love, villains of lust.
Blind to a newcomer's sorrow.
Heaven for an hour, home-run or bust.
Live for today, never mind tomorrow.
Criminals of love, that's what they are.
Greedy as hell, up to no good
Acting like some famous superstar
On the trail of a babe in the woods.
Her parents never thought to teach her
How to deal with criminals of love
They set her loose among the masses
Left her in the hands of God above.
The kind of guy she met won't suffer
A single day in jail for his crimes.
She hoped she was something special
To him she was another hill to climb.
Criminals of love, villains of lust.
Blind to a newcomer's sorrow.
Heaven for an hour, home-run or bust.
Live for today, never mind tomorrow.
Criminals of love, that's what they are.
Greedy as hell, up to no good
Acting like some famous superstar
On the trail of a babe in the woods.
This is not the imagined fairytale
Written in women's magazines;
Fighting off remorseless lectures
Was an outcome quite unforeseen.
She wishes now that she had stayed
At home to read a good book.
Instead she suffers with remorse
Being abused by a romantic crook.
Criminals of love, villains of lust.
Blind to a newcomer's sorrow.
Heaven for an hour, home-run or bust.
Live for today, never mind tomorrow.
Criminals of love, that's what they are.
Greedy as hell, up to no good
Acting like some famous superstar
On the trail of a babe in the woods.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
Late night at the Bar,
The neon sign said time to go,
Funny, when I got there it was all
Welcoming and overenthusiastic,
Garish, like a parade of clowns
With balloons that just got lost
Loosed, to the winds. I had a few—
Too many and wrote a broke poem,
All alone surrounded by the clank
Of wood from a pole and clicks of levers
As the glistening 'patrons' shimmied their
Tithes to the used machines of *****
Pinned and the green tables pooled
And the women, who desperately looked
At only you, after you looked at them
And the indifferent, tallish Barman,
Who kept pouring smallish dreams
In a shot glass. I stumbled, swirled out
And kissed the tar as was my want,
Every newcomer slogging in
Simply ran with not even noticing,
As I laid on the ground, they knew
That their time was soon coming.
That's called simpatico, or is it
Solidarity, maybe, whatever?
Anywho, I dusted my self off
And hightailed it back home
Before the broad, my old lady,
Jezebel, caught me on the sly.
The 'Queen of Sheba' was already
There— prostrated on our bed
Waiting to nail me. My only excuse,
The muses— she wasn't buying,
I said baby, 'I ain't tryin' to sell
You no lie. The words, they come
And they go, like a train that never stops
But you bestbe going, you best be jump in'
On that steel Goliath and ride that son to the gates
Of pearl and peace, them goldilock rays and then I said,
Hush, my little 'rock-a-bye' lady, you shush now,
My fresh night moon of lilly flower, we's gonna
Make like nubile creatures, all naked and free,
There ain't no clocks little darling, there's
Just you an' me and all the rest of herstory,'
She bought that line!
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
Late night at the Bar,
The neon sign said time to go,
Funny, when I got there it was all
Welcoming and overenthusiastic,
Garish, like a parade of clowns
With balloons that just got lost
Loosed, to the winds. I had a few—
Too many and wrote a broke poem,
All alone surrounded by the clank
Of wood from a pole and clicks of levers
As the glistening 'patrons' shimmied their
Tithes to the used machines of *****
Pinned and the green tables pooled
And the women, who desperately looked
At only you, after you looked at them
And the indifferent, tallish Barman,
Who kept pouring smallish dreams
In a shot glass. I stumbled, swirled out
And kissed the tar as was my want,
Every newcomer slogging in
Simply ran with not even noticing,
As I laid on the ground, they knew
That their time was soon coming.
That's called simpatico, or is it
Solidarity, maybe, whatever?
Anywho, I dusted my self off
And hightailed it back home
Before the broad, my old lady,
Jezebel, caught me on the sly.
The 'Queen of Sheba' was already
There— prostrated on our bed
Waiting to nail me. My only excuse,
The muses— she wasn't buying,
I said baby, 'I ain't tryin' to sell
You no lie. The words, they come
And they go, like a train that never stops
But you best be going, you best be jump in'
On that steel Goliath and ride that son to the gates
Of pearl and peace, them goldilock rays and then I said,
Hush, my little 'rock-a-bye' lady, you shush now,
My fresh night moon of Lilly flower, we's gonna
Make like nubile creatures, all naked and free,
There ain't no clocks little darling, there's
Just you an' me and all the rest of herstory,'
She bought that line!
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
If you were a kryptonite, here I'll stand
I'll be superman, dying to hold your hand
I feel the pain, I don't feel sane
I can't make it, my heart is slain
You know I can't wait forever
You know I never lied
You know I want us to be together
But I know what you're trying to hide
I never wish you never existed
I only wish I shouldn't have met you
I didn't even listened to the words you've said
Because you're a lie, get out of my head
Pictures inside my head are killing me
They're just imaginations that I never wanted to see
Your wedding gown, we're broken down
In a world of heartaches, I have the crown
It's why we're broken down this summer
Blocking my pathways for a newcomer
Just to protect this stupid heart
From being broken apart
You know why ?
I look up in the sky
Then all I'll do is cry
I close my eyes and whisper goodbye
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
Walking streets
Where I’m unknown
I stifle sobs
And dab my eyes.
I don’t belong.
I don’t fit in.
There’s nothing here
That smells of me,
That looks like me,
That calls to me.
I climb a hill
To watch the sun
Pour pink and gold
On lacy clouds.
I scan the valley
Full of houses.
Which one is mine-
It’s hard to tell.
they look the same
But I do not.
My footsteps do not
Fit the path
I need to walk
If I’m to find
A welcome here
I worship the wrong
Ideals and ideas
And I must hide
Behind a silent smile
Lest I be ushered out.
I cannot run
I’m here to stay
There is no other
Universe for me.
I’ll choose a
Another middle name-
Chameleon sounds right.
I’ll make them think
I’m one of them
And blend into a life.
ljm
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 3:29 PM UTC
This fear... I grew up with It,
It isn't a newcomer, I'm sure of it.
Have you ever encountered It?
Forced to play dress up and smile with It?
Take it by the hand and walk with It?
Making sure no one ever saw it was really It?
All in my head, there was It,
Giving me night terrors, happy was It.
Depression and anxiety were the cousins of It,
They came in the package along with other Its.
People loved It, manipulative was It,
No one ever suspected, proud was It.
Put on your facade, It wants to play;
It is going to be with you, night and day,
You can't get rid of It, you have no say.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
was i ever there were you ever here
or was it but a dream conjured by empty fear
secrets bleed through the walls
like footsteps echo through silent halls
I tried so hard to make this something more
yet we're still slipping, slipping through the cracks in this old floor
I wonder if He'll recognize this temple upon return
if not full of holes from worms
then reduced to ash from when it burned
and if its but a husk but a hollow empty shell
why does every single scratch, scar an eternalized tale
if this truly is the temple
perhaps I'll etch character in the walls
so that upon but a glance any newcomer can know it all
i dreamt of you the night I died
somehow we shared a whole lifetime
eternity is in the mind
relative is all our time
was i ever really there
were you ever even here
will we ever get whats fair
did we live our lives in fear
I heard the words you never spoke
Read the tomes you never wrote
If you walk away now I will fold my hand
But if you choose to stay the wager stands
If these walls could talk the things they'd say
Imagine the promises they've witnessed break
Oh the ridiculous things we pray
I wonder if its something to do with the snake
temptation yields resistance or defeat but rarely both
I'll try my very best but I'll make no oath
if we retain our humanity
we sacrifice divinity
free will free will how I've missed you so
yet the books say you died long ago
she asked me why
why are you always thinking
why can't you rest your weary head
I asked her why
why she was always drinking
but she never said, no she never said
we felt the divide we felt the separation
I drifted from her side she sank to resignation
I've lost all control here I've lost it all
you never had it don't you know dear
just let the chips fall
you can never run fast enough to escape the truth
maybe if you slow down it will blaze right past you
the most intense pains lacking longevity are the ones that we can bare
but the dull aches lasting eternity cause us to pull out our hair
I wrote you my secrets but you never read them
I told you my regrets but you never listened
I'm trying harder now I'm trying harder than before
We're sinking deeper now, we're sinking deeper through the floor.
You turn your back on me
You leave me empty and ashamed
You turn your back on me
Still somehow I feel I'm to blame
I'm everything you always wanted to see
I'm everything I never wanted to be
I'm everything, everything but me
I'm tired of breaking down I just can't do it anymore
You sinking deeper now sinking deeper through the floor
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
You are born into this world, screaming, covered in blood; a fighter.
Day after day, you fight, step by step, word by fractured word.
You fall and scrape your knees, wounds mended by time and a motherly hand.
You lose your teeth, come inside after dark, covered in dirt,
But there is always growing, cleaning, and a lesson learned.
There are bad grades and planning for someday, someday far away.
There are late nights and growing old, aching for a hand to hold.
There is skin between teeth and empty, desperate grasping in the dark.
You will give up pieces of yourself out of fear and let even more be taken.
You will bear bruises and scars and lie awake with someones fingers tangled in your veins.
Your heart will be shattered, met with a flame and reduced to ashes.
You will be broken in every sense of the word and you will have to pick yourself up out of the dirt.
Some days will be sunshine, a good nap, and your favorite song.
Some days you will want to die.
The beat to every life is just this: Fight.
Every day is a struggle, a newcomer in a prize-fighting ring.
But the fight goes on anyway.
Leaving the womb, taking your first steps, speaking your first word.
Your first day of school, losing those you love, losing all you have.
You came into this world a fighter.
********* don't leave this world giving in.
Fight and go down when the round is over.
You came into this world a fighter.
You should leave it just the same.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
I have spiraled this way to the ground before.
From the highest pinnacle of happiness
to be crashed on failures rocky shores.
The taste of emptiness, bile of reject.
The pain of a heart torn from my chest.
I have felt all of these way before you could speak.
Now you have laid these same feeling on me.
I am not a newcomer to this way , I know what to do.
I have walked in the shadows long before you.
To maintain my sanity I have Black and White,
cross neither of these lines and I sleep well at night.
My heart is an ***** a God given gift.
Though I may feel like dying, I know I still live.
Me still living ..well that's the Black and White...
for if I feel pain...I know Iam still alive!
They say one day knowledge will come.
All that was said will be undone.
I cover this thought with a pain hidding smile
I had these same thoughts as I raised you woman from a child.
They say it is sad that no words from me to you part.
I say it is best to remain silent , only speak with my heart.
If you can not see what your actions have wronged,
then I feel such a fool to have trusted the bond.
They say if you love it, let it be free...
if it returns ..then it was to be.
I say a Father never lets go..
for if she must run, he becomes the road.
If she must fly, he becomes her wings.
If she is in danger , he becomes the steel.
You may deny your status , cut family ties..
but a Father is a Father till the day that he dies.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 1:13 PM UTC
Soft, mossy ground covers the forest floors. Vines hang from high trees, glistening with the dew drops from the mist that spread during dawn. The scenery is laconic. And sweet serendipity makes it's presence known. Chimes and flutes accompany you, making a beautiful song out of the jumble of seemingly useless, natural noises, a rhythm out of a rythmless stroll. While fawns may seem shy, they tend to speak ever so softly about every newcomer. The lakes glisten under the starlight. Every noise has left your hearing range. Complete silence. The only thing left to bother you is your own thoughts.
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 2:31 PM UTC