Some sort of venting in a short post. I'll have better poems for you guys next time.
Everybody loves a magic trick. Well, we get to see illusions every day under the guise of the people who lead us. Here I am, back to writing sonnets and venting about politicians - my favourite pastim...
A bonus poem today for "tranquility" because I am feeling a lot today :/
This is for the daily prompt "lost"... in real life I am everyone's therapist... I am so tried and this is my way of expressing it.
TRIGGER WARNING: Contains cutting and suicidal thoughts. This is very intense. Please let people know you’re there for them. One kind person can change everything.
Why do I write? Am I after the fame and glory? I don't know anymore.
Shaking stomping and pounding in my head. My emotions are controlling and I'm afraid of seeing RED. I hate myself in this moment and in this moment I would die.
I wrote this poem years after losing someone close to me who took their own life. I often think of him as the moon. It wasn't meant to be a poem, but I have a habit of rhyming when I write.
Some sort of venting in a short post. I'll have better poems for you guys next time.
Everybody loves a magic trick. Well, we get to see illusions every day under the guise of the people who lead us. Here I am, back to writing sonnets and venting about politicians - my favourite pastim...
A bonus poem today for "tranquility" because I am feeling a lot today :/
This is for the daily prompt "lost"... in real life I am everyone's therapist... I am so tried and this is my way of expressing it.
TRIGGER WARNING: Contains cutting and suicidal thoughts. This is very intense. Please let people know you’re there for them. One kind person can change everything.
Why do I write? Am I after the fame and glory? I don't know anymore.
Shaking stomping and pounding in my head. My emotions are controlling and I'm afraid of seeing RED. I hate myself in this moment and in this moment I would die.
I wrote this poem years after losing someone close to me who took their own life. I often think of him as the moon. It wasn't meant to be a poem, but I have a habit of rhyming when I write.