and i wonder why
Those purple and green hills I long for
A memoir about a place that I once spent a great deal of time in contemplation.
A tad late for the prompt but ey well.
To die is to have all the rights
All the rights to do crazy things
To do whatever you want
With one unspoken word, one situation could make or break the life of somebody else
The World is doing fine without me. Am I being judgy or tiredness is blurring my rationality?
People are more triggered by a pair of boobs than by the atrocities happening in the world
In countries wherein Islam is spoon-fed.... it's backward In countries wherein Islam is inherited ... it's backward
Sitting on the sand looking out to the sea, I wait for true loss in my life.
It isn't always healthy, so be mindful of who you are changing for. Love you all tons.
I see faceless people and meaningless objects, I see “my” reflection
A "stream of consciousness" style poem, Inspired by T.S Eliot's poem 'the love song of J. Alfred Prufrock...hope you enjoy!
Read as the speaker laments her friend always bringing up her toxic ex-boyfriend.
i made this poem cause i got bored and stuff. hope y'all will like this.
Where does your peace lie? With family, friends? Someone else? Or is it materialistic? Figurative? Or maybe illusionary? Because tell me, what does peace even mean?
Here's a poem about my musings on ...
Those purple and green hills I long for
A memoir about a place that I once spent a great deal of time in contemplation.
A tad late for the prompt but ey well.
To die is to have all the rights
All the rights to do crazy things
To do whatever you want
With one unspoken word, one situation could make or break the life of somebody else
The World is doing fine without me. Am I being judgy or tiredness is blurring my rationality?
People are more triggered by a pair of boobs than by the atrocities happening in the world
In countries wherein Islam is spoon-fed.... it's backward In countries wherein Islam is inherited ... it's backward
Sitting on the sand looking out to the sea, I wait for true loss in my life.
It isn't always healthy, so be mindful of who you are changing for. Love you all tons.
I see faceless people and meaningless objects, I see “my” reflection
A "stream of consciousness" style poem, Inspired by T.S Eliot's poem 'the love song of J. Alfred Prufrock...hope you enjoy!
Read as the speaker laments her friend always bringing up her toxic ex-boyfriend.
i made this poem cause i got bored and stuff. hope y'all will like this.
Where does your peace lie? With family, friends? Someone else? Or is it materialistic? Figurative? Or maybe illusionary? Because tell me, what does peace even mean?
Here's a poem about my musings on ...