Pause a moment, take a chance.
I’m tired of being mentally ill. But I don’t get to get better.
A short poem about pitying those who spread hatred
and fear. Humanity is one and love is what we need to spread! :)) <3 (First image from Pinterest!)
I like to play with fire.....
The night never ends, the day never dreams.
Not to be confused with my other poem, "My Questions To You" which I wrote a few months ago and posted here. :))
// analysis of // tattoos of pain // which is found here: https://commaful.com/play/weeklybrent/-tattoos-of-pain-/ //
And what do you think? :))
My sixth attempt at writing a tanka! I hope this one gets equal eulogy like the recent ones did! Thank you.
A short poem on pity. Pity isn't love, don't pretend it is. This is a message for everyone to take to heart...
// analysis of // radiation // which can be found here: https://commaful.com/play/weeklybrent/-radiation-/ //
Full book on https://t.co/CgX06FrKWM?amp=1
“In the lion’s den, petals fall and smiles scream.”
Mirror poetry; wishes on petals: an innovative retelling about the Mad Hatter.
Ever dread a trip to the public restroom?
The broken leg... And the pitiful comfort we want to rest.
Shifting away from Roselyn and her life, here's two characters who one wouldn't expect to fall in love
1 Ever musing I delight to tread
“Beware, o’! Thy madness be a god.”