elise.writer

Upon picture frames
A film of dust relentless
Smiles lost in time

Stitches weave the bond
Of the moon and the fabric
Clumsy old frayed shirt

Each petal has a
Fate you could call it in which
They fall or they rise

I see the sky
The puffy clouds of rounded layers and layers of white
And a bit of gray that at first took the shape of a
Running goat before slowly sliding into a classic throne
And a crown that tops the sky before my own eyes

We popped open the trunk and inhaled
The classic dank smell of the old car.
We sat on its edge and grinned and pointed
Like they do in the movies.
We awaited the brewing storm,
Already wet from the sprinkles.

I love to write (obviously) and I am currently writing a sort of dystopian novel, and I have been looking for a program to design my characters photorealistically for a years. I finally found one, and these are some of my latest designs!