this is the anatomy of anxiety
The ending stanza of a poem I wrote years ago.
Feedback welcome!
mY GODS I'M DONE!!!! / a short little excerpt from my book to celebrate it's completion! i'm working on the publishing now :)
A Terza Rima on how love can always be there even when time goes by and you have not seen the person in long time.
(Edit of an old poem.)
(First Terza Rima)
The black horse had no rider. Yet it carried on it death.
My words are sweet as honey. Trying to describe someone giving you a lot to say/feel. Not wanting it to end.
i wonder if i could ever stand so tall. // metaphor/perspective poetry
the current state of the world, in the form of an entomological metaphor (because i'm a nerd)
maybe i should learn from the ticking of the clock. my heart knows, after all. why can't my mind learn?
My body is a castle. Because like a castle, you never look at it without wanting to conquer it.
You were just like a snow cone. You were an illusion
A delicious, toxic illusion.
The ending stanza of a poem I wrote years ago.
Feedback welcome!
mY GODS I'M DONE!!!! / a short little excerpt from my book to celebrate it's completion! i'm working on the publishing now :)
A Terza Rima on how love can always be there even when time goes by and you have not seen the person in long time.
(Edit of an old poem.)
(First Terza Rima)
The black horse had no rider. Yet it carried on it death.
My words are sweet as honey. Trying to describe someone giving you a lot to say/feel. Not wanting it to end.
i wonder if i could ever stand so tall. // metaphor/perspective poetry
the current state of the world, in the form of an entomological metaphor (because i'm a nerd)
maybe i should learn from the ticking of the clock. my heart knows, after all. why can't my mind learn?
My body is a castle. Because like a castle, you never look at it without wanting to conquer it.
You were just like a snow cone. You were an illusion
A delicious, toxic illusion.