Poetry: Freedom Unfound

White arc riding
a splatter on our shores.
A froth finding
the centre of earth’s moors.

Purpose is its direction
purposeless, let it be
the white twinkles like diamonds;
let it be.

Be the glass, my mirror
shatters, cuts the light
bars cage me.

Their edges the Bell Jar
we yearn for.

The world is a collection,
a mourning of what should have been.
Watch;
there are things skulking in the sea.

Poetry

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Looking For Writers!

Aesthetic Empire is looking for writers! Preferably students with interests in the arts who would like to share their artwork, literature or would like to review or discuss topics. Pretty much as long as it comes under the arts,media or even music. I would greatly appreciate it so that this blog uploads content more regularly.

If anyone is interested email me at aestheticempire@hotmail.com or message me on social media. Your work would get credited (obviously) and after a while you’d probably get admin privileges as well (if you want).

Haiku: Love Is Hate

                                    Wedding ring for sale,

                                   clean only on the inside.

                                    Found in post-mortem.