when demons take a troll outside my head, crawling down my fingers on this page
By: Ioana Moldovan
Grapefruit sky at 7:44... I’m alive with Viracochas lightning
A short poem about sleepless nights when feeling inspired.
This is a thing about how music makes me feel. Inspiration from @hayha, which got the idea from @badwriting (I think?) Thanks for reading. :D
I thought I'd be writing short stories on here. But would you look at that, it's another poem!
Among billions of stars and a billion hearts, how do you find The One?
Night is a reoccurrence. It's a repeated consistency that we can rely on, but for many, the darkness that it wields is only a thing of terror. The darkness of night is not something to take lightly, f...
restless insomnia takes darkness from thought.
Pink Lemonade: http://bit.ly/PLBookpre
I FEEL SO LONELY
I feel so lonely to a point that now, with only that thought in my head, I can't sleep at night.
And oddly enough, when I do force a sleep, nightmares fill the rest of my night.
it's dark... very dark... cold.. lonely.. silent.. but loud... what is it..?
began as a little school project but liked the idea of this so i finished it
when demons take a troll outside my head, crawling down my fingers on this page
By: Ioana Moldovan
Grapefruit sky at 7:44... I’m alive with Viracochas lightning
A short poem about sleepless nights when feeling inspired.
This is a thing about how music makes me feel. Inspiration from @hayha, which got the idea from @badwriting (I think?) Thanks for reading. :D
I thought I'd be writing short stories on here. But would you look at that, it's another poem!
Among billions of stars and a billion hearts, how do you find The One?
Night is a reoccurrence. It's a repeated consistency that we can rely on, but for many, the darkness that it wields is only a thing of terror. The darkness of night is not something to take lightly, f...
restless insomnia takes darkness from thought.
Pink Lemonade: http://bit.ly/PLBookpre
I FEEL SO LONELY
I feel so lonely to a point that now, with only that thought in my head, I can't sleep at night.
And oddly enough, when I do force a sleep, nightmares fill the rest of my night.
it's dark... very dark... cold.. lonely.. silent.. but loud... what is it..?
began as a little school project but liked the idea of this so i finished it