follow my Instagram at: night.personified
I wanted to share it with everyone here! Any negative and positive feedback would really be appreciated :)
All I can do is pray there won't be a seventy-fifth class reunion.
An old poem of mine that I honestly do not have a clarity of what it's about, yet it's one of my favorites!
A short poem about using your inspirations inspired by music. It sounds ambiguous but it's fine with me. ✎𓂃
Our world is filled with more information than ever pumping into our psyche - it's overwhelming, but also encouraging.
We are all brave transients
who will learn to not count
the mechanical pulses of liquid crystals, but rather to embrace the living convulsions of heartbeats.
Photo credit: Alex Geerts, Unsplash.
A poem about someone who's searching for something. It's open to interpretation and even I don't really know what it's supposed to mean
Richard Neal finds himself in a 'land of no men'.
Looking for a way-
they say
spectrums stretch and span
yet somehow find
a way to wrap around;
somehow find a way
to bite itself in the tail.
Photo Credit: Tomas Williams on Unsplash
... "Or is he about to throw himself off that bridge?"
According to Wiki, a theodolite is a precision optical instrument for measuring angles between designated visible points in the horizontal and vertical planes. Not to be confused with a Surveyors lev...
***If you haven't read the description, then let your imagination soar.***
I would appreciate comments on my use of language, letc.
this actually came from a scene in a dream of mine.
might be doing ...
A very brief poeme about love and loss. In a high-pop age...
A poem about what a being is driven to believe about life when the little moments of happiness throughout are no longer enough to justify it.
There's not many things as beautiful as the way smoke brings an image to the movements of the air.
follow my Instagram at: night.personified
I wanted to share it with everyone here! Any negative and positive feedback would really be appreciated :)
All I can do is pray there won't be a seventy-fifth class reunion.
An old poem of mine that I honestly do not have a clarity of what it's about, yet it's one of my favorites!
A short poem about using your inspirations inspired by music. It sounds ambiguous but it's fine with me. ✎𓂃
Our world is filled with more information than ever pumping into our psyche - it's overwhelming, but also encouraging.
We are all brave transients
who will learn to not count
the mechanical pulses of liquid crystals, but rather to embrace the living convulsions of heartbeats.
Photo credit: Alex Geerts, Unsplash.
A poem about someone who's searching for something. It's open to interpretation and even I don't really know what it's supposed to mean
Richard Neal finds himself in a 'land of no men'.
Looking for a way-
they say
spectrums stretch and span
yet somehow find
a way to wrap around;
somehow find a way
to bite itself in the tail.
Photo Credit: Tomas Williams on Unsplash
... "Or is he about to throw himself off that bridge?"
According to Wiki, a theodolite is a precision optical instrument for measuring angles between designated visible points in the horizontal and vertical planes. Not to be confused with a Surveyors lev...
***If you haven't read the description, then let your imagination soar.***
I would appreciate comments on my use of language, letc.
this actually came from a scene in a dream of mine.
might be doing ...
A very brief poeme about love and loss. In a high-pop age...
A poem about what a being is driven to believe about life when the little moments of happiness throughout are no longer enough to justify it.
There's not many things as beautiful as the way smoke brings an image to the movements of the air.