A short quatrain that is a question for all friends. ❤
Hello all, been a while. Happy to be back after about a year. Lots of life, relationships and writing, learning to be better at all. Hope you like what I've worked on here recently to write again. Art...
Do we ignore mortality because this universe we insist to persist in is headed to a defenite demise?
four quatrains about the walls i wish i weren't building around my heart
A retelling of The Promised Neverland's story with Ray's perspective and an alternate ending.
A poem about the vulnerability of blind trust.
Some thieves have burgled every house; The rich are sorrowing
The trouble started on the day After the day before.
Slowly, the hunters break stride through the snow...
Supine, roads sprawl so lazily That they collapse to planes,
A drunkard's guzzled several days, And staggering outside,
The crystals groan, whenever crushed Under a melting tread.
Desiccated youth has bones like cork, So porous strong in cells.
Hello all, been a while. Happy to be back after about a year. Lots of life, relationships and writing, learning to be better at all. Hope you like what I've worked on here recently to write again. Art...
Do we ignore mortality because this universe we insist to persist in is headed to a defenite demise?
four quatrains about the walls i wish i weren't building around my heart
A retelling of The Promised Neverland's story with Ray's perspective and an alternate ending.
A poem about the vulnerability of blind trust.
Some thieves have burgled every house; The rich are sorrowing
The trouble started on the day After the day before.
Slowly, the hunters break stride through the snow...
Supine, roads sprawl so lazily That they collapse to planes,
A drunkard's guzzled several days, And staggering outside,
The crystals groan, whenever crushed Under a melting tread.
Desiccated youth has bones like cork, So porous strong in cells.