I write whatever drifts into my mind, like clouds passing through the sky.
Upon Long Island’s shore, where riches play, A mansion glows with music, wine, and light. Yet Gatsby stands apart, both night and day,
By mitty anego7 months ago in Poets
In a town of dust and deep divide, Where secrets and shadows often hide, A mockingbird sings soft and true, Of justice lost, and hatred too.
Golden spill across glass and stone, Sky blushes in hues softly grown. Steel giants shimmer, touched by flame, Silent in dusk, yet never the same.
By mitty anego8 months ago in Poets
I forged my ribs into blackened steel, where love once burned, now cold, concealed. A throne of ash, where hope once knelt—
Upon a hill where moonlight gleams, A knight rode swift through silent dreams. His armor shone, his purpose true, For love that bloomed in morning dew.
By mitty anego8 months ago in Art
A glowing gate to distant lands, With keys beneath my eager hands. It hums a tune, a gentle sound, Where thoughts take flight and dreams are found.
In shadows deep where secrets sleep, A whisper rides the midnight breeze, Through twisted trees and haunted keep, It sings of time’s forgotten keys.
Love is quiet in a mother's gaze, A steady hand through childhood's maze. It's in a father's silent pride, The way he walks right by your side.
Dear Chiikawa and Hachiware true, One speaks words, the other hums through. In quiet smiles and silent cheer, Small joys bloom when you are near.
Bittersweet chocolate, cold delight, Melts like dreams in velvet night. A dance of dark with sugar’s kiss, A taste of sorrow, wrapped in bliss.
A little lamp with glowing grin, Lights up nights with joy within. Dancing shadows on the wall, Throw a party, big or small!
In gardens where the wildflowers play, Tiny butterfly babies flutter each day. With wings like whispers, soft and light, They dance in beams of golden light.
