A collaboration of fifty-six on lingering, longing love! Enjoy!
TW, self harm, depression
This is my first poem I have published, I'm scared, nervous and excited to start publishing my art.
This poem was written about a year ago.
I hope I can get some feedbac...
Sometimes it is better not to fight it, but when I am broken, to pick me up and carry me out of the darkness
Your lies hide in my head, slithering, waiting, their venom turning my mind dark...
A little light and love for those of us who think we deserve punishment or who tend to punish ourselves or others.
lost in the fortress my mind created
Source: Ioana Moldovan
I can see in the dark After some minutes of silence
The feeling of loss after a loved one. How will I be able to move on?
I was genuinely in a good mood while writing this one, but then...I don't know what happened...
𝙳𝙰𝚈. Some days are good, some days are bad.
Your poems are the hands that pull me up, so thank you!
isn't it always positivity that counts. isn't gratitude the pure most form of it??
Two roads diverged in a yellow forest, One filled with leaves and petrified wood.
I want to hide from from this cruel world ❤️🗺️
A collaboration of fifty-six on lingering, longing love! Enjoy!
TW, self harm, depression
This is my first poem I have published, I'm scared, nervous and excited to start publishing my art.
This poem was written about a year ago.
I hope I can get some feedbac...
Sometimes it is better not to fight it, but when I am broken, to pick me up and carry me out of the darkness
Your lies hide in my head, slithering, waiting, their venom turning my mind dark...
A little light and love for those of us who think we deserve punishment or who tend to punish ourselves or others.
lost in the fortress my mind created
Source: Ioana Moldovan
I can see in the dark After some minutes of silence
The feeling of loss after a loved one. How will I be able to move on?
I was genuinely in a good mood while writing this one, but then...I don't know what happened...
𝙳𝙰𝚈. Some days are good, some days are bad.
Your poems are the hands that pull me up, so thank you!
isn't it always positivity that counts. isn't gratitude the pure most form of it??
Two roads diverged in a yellow forest, One filled with leaves and petrified wood.
I want to hide from from this cruel world ❤️🗺️