A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
Not my best poem but I do hope you enjoy.
As you may have noticed, I've changed my username!! This isn't permanent, just for Halloween, bc I wanted to lol. It's still me, Peter (@pro_crastinate), I just wanted to get into the Halloween spiri...
This is my poem entry for the contest hosted by @burntorange. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!
You thought it was over?
Well, then I dare you to look back again...
Good luck this time around.
Link to part one: https://commaful.com/play/artizi/dont-look-behind-you/
A kind of dark metaphorical poem about sleep paralysis | My hands find my bed of flowers. β
What's the devil afraid of? They might be afraid of Gospel!
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Once upon a time In the dense forests of India
I still roam these streets. but I can't find you in our old home. There is no one behind the window any longer.
Regretting decisions of the past only burdens the self, so accommodate to the current and all will eventually succumb until youβre well.
With baby steps youβll flourish again and life will bloom wit...
Donβt let the wounds they inflict destroy you...
I had several different meanings in mind when I wrote this; some of the words I chose are metaphorical but feel free to interpret this however you wa...
A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
Not my best poem but I do hope you enjoy.
As you may have noticed, I've changed my username!! This isn't permanent, just for Halloween, bc I wanted to lol. It's still me, Peter (@pro_crastinate), I just wanted to get into the Halloween spiri...
This is my poem entry for the contest hosted by @burntorange. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!
You thought it was over?
Well, then I dare you to look back again...
Good luck this time around.
Link to part one: https://commaful.com/play/artizi/dont-look-behind-you/
A kind of dark metaphorical poem about sleep paralysis | My hands find my bed of flowers. β
What's the devil afraid of? They might be afraid of Gospel!
ππ»ββππ»ββπ
π»ββ
Once upon a time In the dense forests of India
I still roam these streets. but I can't find you in our old home. There is no one behind the window any longer.
Regretting decisions of the past only burdens the self, so accommodate to the current and all will eventually succumb until youβre well.
With baby steps youβll flourish again and life will bloom wit...
Donβt let the wounds they inflict destroy you...
I had several different meanings in mind when I wrote this; some of the words I chose are metaphorical but feel free to interpret this however you wa...