yes, time has indeed reversed,
superstitions have become skeletal beliefs...
A poem on the beauty of a forest, written from the sun's perspective. On prompt: anticipation. Hope you enjoy! :D <3
A tribute to my morning coffee. Triplet poem.
Ok I'm dying,still dying of anticipation Dear god please help with the anticipation I don't like it
"Every day I lie in wait for the one I love to turn her eyes to me."
Filled with the frustration brought upon by aggressive demoralization, I lie silent in aticipation waiting for the eventual dissipation of all we ever knew and loved...
Part One... Beware! Poetry contains sensitive material including drugs, alcohol abuse, sexual assault, eating disorders, self harm/suicide, night terrors, racism, and abortion. Read at your own risk.
How our view of anticipation changes as we grow
yes, time has indeed reversed,
superstitions have become skeletal beliefs...
A poem on the beauty of a forest, written from the sun's perspective. On prompt: anticipation. Hope you enjoy! :D <3
A tribute to my morning coffee. Triplet poem.
Ok I'm dying,still dying of anticipation Dear god please help with the anticipation I don't like it
"Every day I lie in wait for the one I love to turn her eyes to me."
Filled with the frustration brought upon by aggressive demoralization, I lie silent in aticipation waiting for the eventual dissipation of all we ever knew and loved...
Part One... Beware! Poetry contains sensitive material including drugs, alcohol abuse, sexual assault, eating disorders, self harm/suicide, night terrors, racism, and abortion. Read at your own risk.
How our view of anticipation changes as we grow