"He cringes as he sees them through the grimy window. He can't see much besides the blurred silhouettes, but he can see that they are hunched over their plates, stuffing brown globs into their fat li...
They watch us and we walk. I know not who I am, I know not who they are; I know that I must walk, and that's what I do. I walk for hours, walk for days, for years, and I keep walking, my throat parche...
Something I wrote years ago. Just came to me during a stroke of inspiration.
Image courtesy of Unsplash.com and https://unsplash.com/@davide_pietralunga
If anyone's interested. I uploaded two video...
A story of living waking up drunk and sick something meaningless and repetitive
Performance art is all he has, yet all he has is nothing.
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Have a niiiiiiicccceee day guys! :)
This is the result of some experimentation with different styles (this one is called a nonet). I hope you like it!
This was a piece of found poetry that I did for school, and thought I might as well share it in this account.
An extended version of my original piece.
Images courtesy of Unsplash.com
If anyone's interested. I uploaded three video versions of this on my channel:
https://youtu.be/mY-OdK3xRvs
https://youtu....
A rather bleak poem juxtaposed with elegant pictures.
The tedium of depression, and the all consuming nature of giving into self pity.
This poem deals with our perceptions of ourselves and others. It attempts to describe a sensation or feeling. It’s not necessarily scary but it’s maybe unsettling.
SH2R/Nathan/13
This is a poem about hope. I hope you enjoy reading this. Thanks!
"He cringes as he sees them through the grimy window. He can't see much besides the blurred silhouettes, but he can see that they are hunched over their plates, stuffing brown globs into their fat li...
They watch us and we walk. I know not who I am, I know not who they are; I know that I must walk, and that's what I do. I walk for hours, walk for days, for years, and I keep walking, my throat parche...
Something I wrote years ago. Just came to me during a stroke of inspiration.
Image courtesy of Unsplash.com and https://unsplash.com/@davide_pietralunga
If anyone's interested. I uploaded two video...
A story of living waking up drunk and sick something meaningless and repetitive
Performance art is all he has, yet all he has is nothing.
.
.
.
Have a niiiiiiicccceee day guys! :)
This is the result of some experimentation with different styles (this one is called a nonet). I hope you like it!
This was a piece of found poetry that I did for school, and thought I might as well share it in this account.
An extended version of my original piece.
Images courtesy of Unsplash.com
If anyone's interested. I uploaded three video versions of this on my channel:
https://youtu.be/mY-OdK3xRvs
https://youtu....
A rather bleak poem juxtaposed with elegant pictures.
The tedium of depression, and the all consuming nature of giving into self pity.
This poem deals with our perceptions of ourselves and others. It attempts to describe a sensation or feeling. It’s not necessarily scary but it’s maybe unsettling.
SH2R/Nathan/13
This is a poem about hope. I hope you enjoy reading this. Thanks!