For today's Prompt! Sorry; couldn't be really interesting though I tried a lot- but there's a lot going on and I need to log off directly, I might make a few changes in the format later. Thank you I should let my heart lead, once in a while. Does love come from lips, poems, or my heart? A thanks to Lewis and Tolkien I got your "winter" right HERE! An insider
By: Ditto Duck Penguin (Alexander Rain) Submission for the #Illogical prompt.
This poem is about illogically living life to be logical. Why do we do this to ourselves?! Dystopian poem following Orwell's novel 1984. yes, i know the backgrounds aren't lamborghinis. A bullshitter is someone without redefining details in their own virtues plunging margins dry. Heart accepting whatever one deems worthy in the face of pure delusional absurdities. Poetry being everything one can desire in one focal point. Desires never claiming logic if it hasn't accessed the aspects around itself, first and foremost.
Source: https://hellopoetry.com/u740525/ your arguments make me go liek this yo
Processes are messy, struggling idiots that can't depend on its own local frame. It takes time for itself to notice what itself is tasked for. Only then will it stop shining more light against its own...