#verbosecity

[thesanguineproject-blog]

It is a wonderful message. Thank you, The Sanguine Project. I will smile and this time, more often. Positivity! :-)

Thank you for that assurance of your positivity Miss Verbosecity. It's the most rewarding gift for The Sanguine Project.. to be successful in its aim to make bloggers smile. Good evening and be happy always. Smile! :)

- Euphemia

[akosieica-blog]

The star gaze down on her. The light flickers upon her skin. The sight was breathtaking. She was seating on an empty spot- finishing her favorite book. She turned the last page and bowed her head- "I finished another book again" she said. Wrapped in an unbearable silence, she spotted a falling star which fell upon the velvet onyx sky. 

All her life, she kept silent and distanced herself to most of the people. Most of the time, she would walk all by herself in the park and find some lovely flowers on which she could write about. Another thing about her is that she secretly fell in love with this boy who loves the library as much as she does. She would go to the coffee shop near the library just to watch him read and cry because of the written words. People may find him weird but the truth is, she love every single detail about him. She never tried to socialize. Her journal was her only friend; it was her catharsis at the same time, the only one who could understand her.

But what she didn't know, is that she was a giant star- burning so brightly, covering the entire pitch-black sky with her gleam. She was perfectly beautiful and was born to stand out. She was one of the few stars which would fall affably upon the sky capturing everyone's eye. She did not know that just like the lovely stars she gaze upon the night, she was one of them. She was a star, a beautiful star. She may not know this but I do, because I saw her shine and she was terribly wonderful.  

[acollectionofsleeplessnights]

I just fell in love with your "Strange Days with Strangers".

Ahaha. Thank you. I'm always glad when my feelings can reach other people. Even if they are just the random thoughts of a chaotic mind. 

[poetryandpsychosis-blog]

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[260lightyearsaway]

a place that never was

she still reads those burned words and frozen stories left around the alley of your cold goodbyes-- repeatedly she reads on and on without end; though truth she knew it will always leave her sleeves stained red.

every night she bleeds -- slowly grasping for the undying air of death now she's stuck in the hollow space of a city that never was where sadness and happiness are nothing but one. 

she was taught then by the wind  to write every painful rain that fall into the deep hole in her core; to use her tears as the ink --that she couldn't write without it; she couldn't even breathe.

she sent you those lucid letters--mere mirror of your words that was kept hidden for long, and stuck with regrets you are-- now left alone around the alley still living with those dead stories that's full of her one frozen goodbye that've left your heart stained empty;

without end in a place that never was she writes and he reads, repeatedly--  --with all the forgotten memories              in verbose city.