A piece dedicated to @lydiark , one of my most dedicated supporters, inspired by her “Scar near my spine”.
Allegory: open for various interpretations, beside the literary, autobiographical meaning it ...
What happens when you combine a lie, a promise, and a filter?
You find your serendipity.
Dedicated to Jimin of BTS.
WARNING: themes of past suicidal thoughts
A poem inspired by a song and my own experiences
When I was a little boy I had a toy pterodactyl, I hung it from the ceiling on a string and it watched over me as I slept. One day it went missing, it wasn't on the hanging above my bed anymore, I tur...
If only I could see the light surrounding me, the essence of a tree, the wisdom of the wind. If only I could find the thread that never binds, the dream that never dies, the whispers of the field.
A traveler wanders the ruins of a broken world, pondering its demise.
Part one’s the visiter is the first part of relationship between a visiter and unknown as of now lady in the crowd.
WHEN THE SUNSET COLLIDES WITH
by Curran
*a short poem about a pleasure treasure hunt
A poem I wrote about how I used to have problems sleeping due to insomnia.
A piece dedicated to @lydiark , one of my most dedicated supporters, inspired by her “Scar near my spine”.
Allegory: open for various interpretations, beside the literary, autobiographical meaning it ...
What happens when you combine a lie, a promise, and a filter?
You find your serendipity.
Dedicated to Jimin of BTS.
WARNING: themes of past suicidal thoughts
A poem inspired by a song and my own experiences
When I was a little boy I had a toy pterodactyl, I hung it from the ceiling on a string and it watched over me as I slept. One day it went missing, it wasn't on the hanging above my bed anymore, I tur...
If only I could see the light surrounding me, the essence of a tree, the wisdom of the wind. If only I could find the thread that never binds, the dream that never dies, the whispers of the field.
A traveler wanders the ruins of a broken world, pondering its demise.
Part one’s the visiter is the first part of relationship between a visiter and unknown as of now lady in the crowd.
WHEN THE SUNSET COLLIDES WITH
by Curran
*a short poem about a pleasure treasure hunt
A poem I wrote about how I used to have problems sleeping due to insomnia.