"Kiss me till I rot"... sometimes...
An ekphrastic poem based off the song 'Green' by Cavetown. Kind of loosely based, but I wanted to take the word 'green' in a different direction.
Discussing disgust is disgusting itself. The images conjured, burned into self. Visions of violence, rot and decay, etched on your mind and there to stay.
Whenever I'm so upset that I lose the ability to articulate my feelings, my world dissolves into a torrent of malformed words and frigid rain.
A renewed draft of A Hurricane's Wrath!!
Today I have realized that I realized nothing in life...
I couldn't wish for a worse fate then not having fun with the things you love
Mini poem that was created before I went to sleep about the zooming past of days and age creeping up on me.
Day 285 of a Year of Prompts! Slightly late, but that's where last minute cramming gets you, I suppose
An ekphrastic poem based off the song 'Green' by Cavetown. Kind of loosely based, but I wanted to take the word 'green' in a different direction.
Discussing disgust is disgusting itself. The images conjured, burned into self. Visions of violence, rot and decay, etched on your mind and there to stay.
Whenever I'm so upset that I lose the ability to articulate my feelings, my world dissolves into a torrent of malformed words and frigid rain.
A renewed draft of A Hurricane's Wrath!!
Today I have realized that I realized nothing in life...
I couldn't wish for a worse fate then not having fun with the things you love
Mini poem that was created before I went to sleep about the zooming past of days and age creeping up on me.
Day 285 of a Year of Prompts! Slightly late, but that's where last minute cramming gets you, I suppose