Poems from anyssa beeb
On the edge of the parity line, unto
the spiraling infinite paradox-
from the atoms to the shifts-
of macroscopic titanic lochs-
of...
Briefly, if as in a dream, a spark ignited golden streams,
vibrating at the same frequency, it seems,
as the silver gleam harbored in me...
I live in a fantasy,
so it seems so it seems,
I live in a fantasy it seems.
I live in a gold home of silver it gleams,
and I've built it...
Dreamscape
By: Anyssa Q. E
Silence, before the darkness hung;
Within this pristine prism of crepuscule.
Silence, as the twilight strung...
The background was brown, a grey heavy smoke, tumbling up from a cigarette- mouth,spoke, and the darkness was swollen, in the recess of...