Black winds cradle me And put my mind to sleep
Inevitable loss is my one thought, While night's dull ticking claims my mortal mind.
"i asked my best friend just the other day. he didnt understand so i tried to explain"
please comment and let me know what you think! this is a different style for me but it was something i needed to ...
"We molded together perfectly, Like we were clay in an artist's hands"
i wrote this a long time ago and just recently found it again. thought i would share.
The pain inside I tried to hide Is something that most cannot find
Broken once, he died inside, All emotions, he tried to hide.
Is this how it works for you, too? Shout out to Dana Gioia for a line near the end.
Secrets could be the reason for my insanity, Such bloody burdens deserving of such profanity,
An older poem of mine that I wrote while I was still in foster care.
Tailoring one's own awareness with the operating system that bodes well with everyday riches, produces harm to the rightful of places.
Source: https://hellopoetry.com/u740525/
Old movies that don't work Worth no more than tenth of a cent
Black winds cradle me And put my mind to sleep
Inevitable loss is my one thought, While night's dull ticking claims my mortal mind.
"i asked my best friend just the other day. he didnt understand so i tried to explain"
please comment and let me know what you think! this is a different style for me but it was something i needed to ...
"We molded together perfectly, Like we were clay in an artist's hands"
i wrote this a long time ago and just recently found it again. thought i would share.
The pain inside I tried to hide Is something that most cannot find
Broken once, he died inside, All emotions, he tried to hide.
Is this how it works for you, too? Shout out to Dana Gioia for a line near the end.
Secrets could be the reason for my insanity, Such bloody burdens deserving of such profanity,
An older poem of mine that I wrote while I was still in foster care.
Tailoring one's own awareness with the operating system that bodes well with everyday riches, produces harm to the rightful of places.
Source: https://hellopoetry.com/u740525/
Old movies that don't work Worth no more than tenth of a cent