He is the shadow that you think is your own. Following your every step and finding out your favorite place. He has got your soul in a case and he has got your smile in his mind. He knows the darkest thoughts, not just of you, but the entire world. He is a man not…
Tag: Darkness
The Rain Was Never Haunted
It has been a while since she was not alone. She used to spend her nights in lack of melody. There were no voices to take the demons to a slow town. There will only monsters shredding loose the tone. She was too anxious to speak out loud. No one was around to understand why…
The Stars Are Alive
They told me that I had to like the sun. It was those bright beams though that made my head pound. How could I like the sun if we did not get along? I had to hide away the fact that I was settling for the smaller orbs. I had to let them believe I…
Holding Onto You
Gaze meaningfully searching for the lights that flicker. Finding it such a mesmerizing sight when the leaves curl as they burn. Looking forward to the strange color of death in autumn nature. Dancing with the shadows that are cast over in such little light. Oblivious to the friendship of the sun and spilling secrets to…
Jar Of Stars
He was dark, like a fire of shadows. Such closed in words that held such a snowstorm. So many weather conditions and so many oceans. Eyes like a sky without stars. He was the one not meant to win. He was no hero. He was meant to be alone for the rest of his life….
Seafoam And Sirens
The Unsigned Writer Seafoam and Sirens Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Canvas of an unrecognized willow trunk. Droplets of rain given up on by the sky canopy. Colored veins of a painting never finished. A story blotted out with desolated ink. Projects buried and unremembered upon. Crafts beneath the shelfs down each isle. A yard…
Miss Midnight
The Unsigned Writer Miss Midnight Oh, Miss Midnight. The splendid marvels in the sky are such a rarity to me. An exhibition of heavenly curiosity. Imagination set up in the grace of allurement. Stunning display of wonder. A sensation of passion spreading through the gleam of your eyes. I write best late at night. When…
3 a.m. Thoughts
What would it be like if I wasn’t a writer? To not wake up in the early hours. When the stars are still out, and the moon is taking its turn to explore. Where I cannot fall back into the darkness of sleep because I have too many ideas knocking at the door of my…
Nothing You Were Thinking
The Unsigned Writer Nothing You Were Thinking Poetry By, J. M. Lilin My mind is like nothing you were thinking. My mind is like the ocean’s deepest waves. The thoughts don’t discontinue or pause from breaking the shore full of intention and curiosity. My mind is like the clouds that appear and construct in the…
Figment Of Imagination
The Unsigned Writer Figment Of Imagination Poetry By, J. M. Lilin His eyes, green like the trees, will gleam with solicitous. I meet him every night, when the stars reflect over the ocean. He loves to dance and tease, but we both know, it will have to end. We collect ourselves when the sun is…
Sailing A Memory
The Unsigned Writer Sailing A Memory Poetry By, J. M. Lilin It is when the stars come out, reflecting in the surface below. Sparkling in the salty water that is the home of depth and creatures alike. When the rippling thoughts in the reflecting surface are seen quivering through the quiet stillness. The port…
Something Sweet
The Unsigned Writer Something Sweet Poetry By, J. M. Lilin I want to find myself where no one else can find me, on top of the world. To hide far away on the crown in the fortress of countless leaves. To speak and fly with the creatures that take off in the air and unfold….
Bipolar Writer
The Unsigned Writer Bipolar Writer Written By, J. M. Lilin It is not the words they say because it is the words they do not bother with. Every night, I am finding myself more, and more alone. Making my mind start to wonder what its purpose is. Hearing the depth of silence splits my mind…
Writer In The City
The Unsigned Writer Writer And The City Written By, J. M. Lilin The Writer stands tall above the city. She is on the highest point of the most elevated building in the area and she can see the farthest she’s ever seen before. She beams as she looks down at the people below her, hustling…
Darkness of Pluto (Novella – Part 2)
Mythology in the Eyes of an Outcast
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