A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy!
Just a Quatern.
Here's my identity. Weren't you curious? (Given Identity)
A poem about how thoughts are like a tree- one leads to another and so on. Just some creative release. Hope you enjoy! (Contains some dark-ish images, but you'll be fine. ๐
)
Sunlight escapes to a world of wizards, warlocks, and warlords.
A friend of mine has been going through hardships, hence how this poem came to be
๐๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ป๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ, ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต.
Nine poems on the power of our stories, their stories, and your stories.
A contest I'm running! Something about personal perception and self-love. If you have any questions, leave them in the comments and I'll answer them :) Thank you!
[Pantoum inspired by the โ๐ธโ๐ธ๐๐ธ๐ trilogy]
He thinks he can sand down those unwanted edges, conceal the corruption clinging to his skin with a sharp suit, cutting away his history with an overpressed blazer, it shines like freshly varnished ...
It's the end... but how could I have known the voices were coming from the mirror all along?
A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy!
Just a Quatern.
Here's my identity. Weren't you curious? (Given Identity)
A poem about how thoughts are like a tree- one leads to another and so on. Just some creative release. Hope you enjoy! (Contains some dark-ish images, but you'll be fine. ๐
)
Sunlight escapes to a world of wizards, warlocks, and warlords.
A friend of mine has been going through hardships, hence how this poem came to be
๐๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ป๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ, ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต.
Nine poems on the power of our stories, their stories, and your stories.
A contest I'm running! Something about personal perception and self-love. If you have any questions, leave them in the comments and I'll answer them :) Thank you!
[Pantoum inspired by the โ๐ธโ๐ธ๐๐ธ๐ trilogy]
He thinks he can sand down those unwanted edges, conceal the corruption clinging to his skin with a sharp suit, cutting away his history with an overpressed blazer, it shines like freshly varnished ...
It's the end... but how could I have known the voices were coming from the mirror all along?