This is something I wrote a long time ago, but I thought it related to today's prompt. It's about being stuck in the cycle of depression. Thank you for reading :) <3
You have one hand, I have no heart. A young man finds a mysterious chessboard set in his grandfather's attic, one he remembers seeing when he was but a kid. He soon discovers there is far more to it than meets the eye. This is a modernist poem I wrote for school this year-- She wishes her life was a movie
*warning: mature subject matter and language*
They're standing in the circle, surrounded by all types of nasty men. Two lost souls, broken by the rules of so-called Life...
Do you know what a Mandala is?
Here is mine along with some theories I worked in a few years ago
Another story about the circle of pain...yet this one deals with the concept of bullying.
Life is concentric ripples upon quiet waters. In the middle of the woods, where the night is darker, you will find broken mirror pieces gathered in a circle surrounded by small candles . Tonight, the bloody moon is lighting them for a very specia... The circle of blame, the circle of pain.
They can’t go to sleep peacefully, because they know it’ll just repeat the next day. Why you (women) like bad guys
my circle of friends
About Vampires and Werewolf's -
Life explained through strange words that rhyme with Circle.
- A poem that shows what it is like to ache to belong.