Recent content by Miss Lissa

A virtuoso of this masterpiece. For I achieve an art. An illusion of words, A reminiscence of mirage. The sound of sorrow, The sorrow of hope. A mask of reliance, Deceit that prevails. Illumination of the night, Obscurity of the era. An abstract property, Intricate barely describes. What skill...

A virtuoso of this masterpiece. For I achieve an art. An illusion of words, A reminiscence of mirage. The sound of sorrow, The sorrow of hope. A mask of reliance, Deceit that prevails. Illumination of the night, Obscurity of the era. An abstract property, Intricate barely describes. What do I...

A virtuoso of this masterpiece. For I achieve an art. An illusion of words, A reminiscence of mirage. The sound of sorrow, The sorrow of hope. A mask of reliance, Deceit that prevails. Illumination of the night, Obscurity of the era. An abstract property, Intricate barely describes. What do I...

I know it doesn't flow at all. So please just ignore that. I don't write poetry often. What do you think of it? Constructive criticism is very welcome. What would you name it? I follow the gaze of empty expressions, Going through, without brushing past. The clamor of silence pierces the air...