Day 9 of escapril — I'm late with this one but I did write it yesterday so it counts, right?
Let's dance in the place of the damned ;the ground of the forgotten.
Source: https://allpoetry.com/poem/13812073-Sunrise-in-the-cemetery--by-Cacho-Nuts-adult
I am so insecure and my face is a game of connect the dots. I stopped wearing Justice long, long, ago and I stopped wearing my hair up in knots.
"not that he was selfish; but my heart was already craving the next chapter, when the book was never opened."
pretty much what it says on the tin- written a couple years ago i thought i'd edit and post it x
A poem about a teenager that does something which he initially thought would be good, but then realizes that he should not have done it after it's too late.
My turning point. When I started to question... everything I thought I was.
the sight of the innocent fallen colors from the opinions of others brought to a vicious reality and physicality that would slaughter the purest of souls,
Part of a personal essay about overthinking, confusion and psychosis.
1 am thoughts again
Source: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/sadisalliam
Day 9 of escapril — I'm late with this one but I did write it yesterday so it counts, right?
Let's dance in the place of the damned ;the ground of the forgotten.
Source: https://allpoetry.com/poem/13812073-Sunrise-in-the-cemetery--by-Cacho-Nuts-adult
I am so insecure and my face is a game of connect the dots. I stopped wearing Justice long, long, ago and I stopped wearing my hair up in knots.
"not that he was selfish; but my heart was already craving the next chapter, when the book was never opened."
pretty much what it says on the tin- written a couple years ago i thought i'd edit and post it x
A poem about a teenager that does something which he initially thought would be good, but then realizes that he should not have done it after it's too late.
My turning point. When I started to question... everything I thought I was.
the sight of the innocent fallen colors from the opinions of others brought to a vicious reality and physicality that would slaughter the purest of souls,
Part of a personal essay about overthinking, confusion and psychosis.
1 am thoughts again
Source: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/sadisalliam