The screams of the banshee are never heard
There is a ghost in the room. A bluish apparition.
mostly a friend, an ally and empath,
yet an unknown fear and foe to others
Can you guess what this is about? The answer is at the end. :)
Creatures born from ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part 2 of my story collection βPaper Soulsβ
βSo utters my legend in the dark,
That the devil, too, has its own fear to face;
And everybody knows, all legends are true.β
A villanelle poem written in iambic pentameter.
My entry for the #ScaredDev...
π±πͺπΏπ°ππΈ πΌ - πͺπ» π«πππΎππ πππΉ ππππππππ
βπ΅ππ π·πππΆππ ππ» πΉππΆπππ πΎππΆππ - ππ½π ππΎπ»π πΉππ
πππΉπ ππ πΎπ!β
Do you know how it is to be different? To see things that no one else see?
I found myself standing at a train station, surrounded by a blinding mist, I hardly remembered anything from before, as if my memories didn't exist.
It was a girl who lost the war. War against herself.
Falling, Not like a hawk, a broken winged swallow,
From https://allofmystudentsrunaway.tumblr.com/post/173719444786/falling-a-short-destiel-poem
I know it's in bad taste to send your sweetheart secondhand love poems...
Long distance love poem for your angsty pleasure! :)
Parts 24 to 26 of 31. Getting close to it! Can't wait to share the surprise at the end. :)
Iβve said it once and Iβll say it again -
I donβt believe in ghosts,
but I do believe in him...
There is a ghost in the room. A bluish apparition.
mostly a friend, an ally and empath,
yet an unknown fear and foe to others
Can you guess what this is about? The answer is at the end. :)
Creatures born from ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part 2 of my story collection βPaper Soulsβ
βSo utters my legend in the dark,
That the devil, too, has its own fear to face;
And everybody knows, all legends are true.β
A villanelle poem written in iambic pentameter.
My entry for the #ScaredDev...
π±πͺπΏπ°ππΈ πΌ - πͺπ» π«πππΎππ πππΉ ππππππππ
βπ΅ππ π·πππΆππ ππ» πΉππΆπππ πΎππΆππ - ππ½π ππΎπ»π πΉππ
πππΉπ ππ πΎπ!β
Do you know how it is to be different? To see things that no one else see?
I found myself standing at a train station, surrounded by a blinding mist, I hardly remembered anything from before, as if my memories didn't exist.
It was a girl who lost the war. War against herself.
Falling, Not like a hawk, a broken winged swallow,
From https://allofmystudentsrunaway.tumblr.com/post/173719444786/falling-a-short-destiel-poem
I know it's in bad taste to send your sweetheart secondhand love poems...
Long distance love poem for your angsty pleasure! :)
Parts 24 to 26 of 31. Getting close to it! Can't wait to share the surprise at the end. :)
Iβve said it once and Iβll say it again -
I donβt believe in ghosts,
but I do believe in him...