love, be the garden you once were.
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
Remember to thank [and love] the gardener, whoever it may be.
It's almost Halloween so I tried to write something "creepy" (it's not). Obviously, the question mark adds to the creepiness points. The rhyme scheme got scared away.
A poem about how I'm annoyed my patio garden doesn't get enough sun and how I can literally count the minutes by the shadows from my plants. A sort of faux sonnet in style, I find I naturally write a ...
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
Remember to thank [and love] the gardener, whoever it may be.
It's almost Halloween so I tried to write something "creepy" (it's not). Obviously, the question mark adds to the creepiness points. The rhyme scheme got scared away.
A poem about how I'm annoyed my patio garden doesn't get enough sun and how I can literally count the minutes by the shadows from my plants. A sort of faux sonnet in style, I find I naturally write a ...