She, with a hint of mischievous smirk
and wearing a sinister spark
treaded the paths
less traversed, ambivalent and vague,
often flaunting her abstruse side
entwined in some dreadful drape
With her thoughts,
where briers flourish
and the ghouls brandish dark souls
lurking some vicious feral snarl
And her heart,
the world labeled it as haunted place
but she called it her home
perverse from the rest
for she consumed the cosmos
in her vibrant soul
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Hello there! I enjoyed this poem a lot; well written and made me think. Had to read it a second time. Thanks for the share!! ~Kelsey 🙂
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Thanks a lot go your kind rascal and such beautiful. Comment. I just followed you. I am going to read your work. 😊🌸
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Needed a dictionary for this one haha. Great writing!
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Hey Reggie. Your comment was in my spam folder. Sorry for the late response and thank you for the compliment 😊
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Well–I’ve been called worse than spam before haha.
It’s no problem at all. I completely understand.
And you’re welcome!
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That is unforgivable offense to call you anything but a great person 😊Thanks for understanding
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Yes, that’s what I say! Ah, you’re too kind, Shantanu. Have a great day!
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You too my friend.
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Oh! Cruel world called her heart a haunted place.
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Haha you said it right my friend 😊
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Very nicely written 👌👌👌
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Thank you so much Priscilla
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for she consumed the cosmos
in her vibrant soul
👌👌👌💕
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Thank you so much Yasmin 😊🌸
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she must have been well connected to some one in the land of the haunted. she made it her home. she was one tough character and men walked on eggshells around her. Then one all the chickens died and no more egg shells. Where did she go Shantanu ? lol Just being curious of the future of this poem
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Haha. I tried to portray a character which is deviant from the rest. Strong, carefree and different. hence the world couldn’t understand her but no prejudice troubled her for she was in love with her self 😊
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she was an egotistical type of individual who even fooled us oh oh not good. Great one Shantanu !!
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😊thank you James. I know poetry sometimes go wild. Thanks for commenting again. I truly appreciate it my friend
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I love her too
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Thank you Jay 😊
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Shantanu you have advance fascinating writing✌good job😊👍if its possible, share some tips here😳.Specially about vocabs😒
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Thank you so much. I appreciate your kindness. I have earlier posted couple of articles on this. I will send you the links
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👍sure
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Here you go my friend
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Oh wow! This is VERY deep. Magnificent
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Thank you so much Lorraine
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*for she consumed cosmos in her vibrant soul*
Love that sha
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Thank you so much Jay.
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So easy to fall for the dark side.
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Thanks for your kind comment Punam
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Reblogged this on Ckonfab.
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