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The porch lights come on; kids in costumes fill the street, bags rustle like leaves. * Laughter through the dark, pumpkins burning on each step,
By Luna Jordan3 months ago in Poets
She burned, she burned forever. Blue fire, her haunting call. A voice they will remember. It echoes through the hall. *
Empty hands reach out, nothing answers, nothing stays; despair eats the sun.
Light clings to the dark, a promise that night will fade; hope learns how to bloom.
The future burns bright, embers of hope catch the wind— new stars light the path.
Oh, my bad, I must’ve misunderstood; when you said forever, I thought you would. * I guess “just a fling” is love’s new trend
The knock came at 3:02 a.m. It wasn’t gentle, nor was it quiet; instead, it was loud like a siren, booming like a lightning storm, disturbing the silence within the home.
By Luna Jordan3 months ago in Fiction
I never fit in with the crowd. I always knew I wasn’t ever gonna wear that crown. The high school walls were just my cage.
Whispers in the dark, where Hollowed words shiver, In the stillness, voices recoil; Secrets in the quiet, Pressing at the edges,
Every sound, every voice, once formed refuses to die, Carried along the air like wind. Hollow voices linger, Over shadows and light.
Welcome to Monster Prom, it's a natural disaster in disguise; it's where the hallways could start burning, and where the chaos will inevitably rise.
Straightforward Is More Peaceful, Less Exhausting
