The midnight sky is laced with stars twinkling in the night... This one took a LONG time to write, so I hope you enjoy! <3
A poem about my answer to Chi, (@chhr2103), about why I love the night. This explains more than I ever could, in the form of a poem. Hope you like it! :D
Midnight rain drips soft
Echoes through the swirling mist.
Things lost and not found. A piece inspired by a prompt from @tofu_tofu!
For all of us who are deeply obsessed with money, have a read. This alliterative, inspirational, God-human tete-a-tete might incite you to ponder. Kindly give this a try. Thank you!
In the style of e.e.cummings. Cover picture of a place from google.
(I notice that I use the word “waves” a lot...not on purpose, but like, what does this mean??)
Beware they who come at midnight, for they be tricksters, liars, and thieves of thy soul.
Everyone knows a black cat named Midnight. This cat has a bit of an adventure with the moon.
my apology to the thought of her in the night time.
January 2nd, this is a night i won’t remember. opening my window to hear the sound of the screaming rain.
The midnight sky is laced with stars twinkling in the night... This one took a LONG time to write, so I hope you enjoy! <3
A poem about my answer to Chi, (@chhr2103), about why I love the night. This explains more than I ever could, in the form of a poem. Hope you like it! :D
Midnight rain drips soft
Echoes through the swirling mist.
Things lost and not found. A piece inspired by a prompt from @tofu_tofu!
For all of us who are deeply obsessed with money, have a read. This alliterative, inspirational, God-human tete-a-tete might incite you to ponder. Kindly give this a try. Thank you!
In the style of e.e.cummings. Cover picture of a place from google.
(I notice that I use the word “waves” a lot...not on purpose, but like, what does this mean??)
Beware they who come at midnight, for they be tricksters, liars, and thieves of thy soul.
Everyone knows a black cat named Midnight. This cat has a bit of an adventure with the moon.
my apology to the thought of her in the night time.
January 2nd, this is a night i won’t remember. opening my window to hear the sound of the screaming rain.