MurkMire
[font=special elite][color=#FF3399]Toxic Terror[/c
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- Somewhere dark, cold, and quiet.
- Seen Feb 14, 2024
Hello, hello, fellow purveyors of literature. I'm MukMire, but I generally go by "Murk," as I used to be mainly known as MurkMire.
That's right. I changed my name by one letter.
Anyone, this is where I will be posting all of my writings, poetry and short stories.
I do hope you enjoy, and please, feel free to comment. I always appreciate comments and helpful advice.
For now, I'd like to post a couple of poems here, as my introductory post.
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Meteor Shower
She and I sat there in awe,
atop the hill that stood tall.
A grand meteor shower,
shined and shimmered,
more beautiful than any flower.
Her eyes glimmered,
as the display shined across the night sky
and painted the sky with brilliant color.
As the streaks of light began to fade,
we sat in silence,
our eyes glimmered with that same light.
Studying Dreams
When I write down my dreams,
I recall the entirety as I write.
Crossing the ocean in a heavy storm,
traversing an abandoned world.
I remember the "feeling" of solitude,
isolation, and... grief? I write more,
but can't recall why I grief in this dream.
It was last night that I finally solve that riddle.
Up on a hill, a hill that overlooked a city by the sea,
a lone gravestone sat.
That's right. I changed my name by one letter.
Anyone, this is where I will be posting all of my writings, poetry and short stories.
I do hope you enjoy, and please, feel free to comment. I always appreciate comments and helpful advice.
For now, I'd like to post a couple of poems here, as my introductory post.
~
Meteor Shower
She and I sat there in awe,
atop the hill that stood tall.
A grand meteor shower,
shined and shimmered,
more beautiful than any flower.
Her eyes glimmered,
as the display shined across the night sky
and painted the sky with brilliant color.
As the streaks of light began to fade,
we sat in silence,
our eyes glimmered with that same light.
Studying Dreams
When I write down my dreams,
I recall the entirety as I write.
Crossing the ocean in a heavy storm,
traversing an abandoned world.
I remember the "feeling" of solitude,
isolation, and... grief? I write more,
but can't recall why I grief in this dream.
It was last night that I finally solve that riddle.
Up on a hill, a hill that overlooked a city by the sea,
a lone gravestone sat.
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