Does love come from lips, poems, or my heart?
The void scrapes off the human wrapped around it.
On emptiness and hopelessness.
The fourth haiku. I feel the need to warn you, it could be a bit too much on the dark side, in the shade, so to say. Keep this in mind.
This poem is about body image and the view we have of ourselves. Thank you for reading :) <3
The man wandered from place to place. A lost soul.
Music evaporates into atmospheric bliss.
Why are we so cautious in every situation? Why don't we take risks? It doesn't make sense.
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I don't know when it happened, but somehow along the way I lost my home.
8 Haikus about the music inside of me.
Eat, my darling, eat, don't waste away to dust.
(A #selfaware poem) I hate my nose, so I wrote a poem about it in a Shakespearean imitation style to try and find the beauty in my beak.
The first part of a collaboration with @PoemsAboutMe about some ideas...
Quite a big fear of mine. Trigger warning if you suffer from trypophobia.