“Reminisce” is a poem that I wrote back in 2007 after my life as I knew it completely collapsed! Though rather depressive and defeatist this poem really speaks to me even now, as I recently suffered a...
You are perfect the way you are! You are very beautiful!
People judge, that's just what thay do. Live your life! Be happy! Always! I promise, you are loved <3
BTW; NOT MY POEM**
Source: ClickForTaz ...
When you have lived in a place for a long time it can feel as though you are surrounded by an endless parade of past moments both the good and the bad. This is however especially hard when you find yo...
Lust is love's most destructive imposter. Destroying it's good name and ruining it's prosperity!
You can find a spoken word version of this poem on my YouTube Channel: https://youtu.be/Pq_Hyc7vXwc
Or...
My God: how we lived for the pounding of shoes on the pavement and the lingering taste of coffee in our blood.
Source: https://francisharlow.com/2020/05/22/lost-glances/
An existential crisis is often the target of derision and humour, but if you ever find yourself trapped within one then it is not so easily dismissed nor denied. This poem was the end result of my own...
“Reminisce” is a poem that I wrote back in 2007 after my life as I knew it completely collapsed! Though rather depressive and defeatist this poem really speaks to me even now, as I recently suffered a...
You are perfect the way you are! You are very beautiful!
People judge, that's just what thay do. Live your life! Be happy! Always! I promise, you are loved <3
BTW; NOT MY POEM**
Source: ClickForTaz ...
When you have lived in a place for a long time it can feel as though you are surrounded by an endless parade of past moments both the good and the bad. This is however especially hard when you find yo...
Lust is love's most destructive imposter. Destroying it's good name and ruining it's prosperity!
You can find a spoken word version of this poem on my YouTube Channel: https://youtu.be/Pq_Hyc7vXwc
Or...
My God: how we lived for the pounding of shoes on the pavement and the lingering taste of coffee in our blood.
Source: https://francisharlow.com/2020/05/22/lost-glances/
An existential crisis is often the target of derision and humour, but if you ever find yourself trapped within one then it is not so easily dismissed nor denied. This poem was the end result of my own...