A collaboration of twenty-nine on the reveries and reawakening of reflection! Enjoy! <3
This is a collaboration on ego, hope, and love between @alexis123 @thebookqueen14 and myself:)
Part 7, last of the seven deadly sins; hope y'all enjoyed this mini series (All parts will be posted in the comments) (rewritten)
Written By: Treaver Hoerig
An Original Piece From My Collection of Symbolism Works.
Find More Here Of My Work Here: http://www.treaverhoerig.com/blog/collection-of-symbolism/
Source: http://www.treav...
A free form/acrostic poem. Poems within a poem. A little look into my family dynamics. Not so great. But honest, nonetheless.
The mesmerizing
Spring tale
Guys!!! It has taken lot of HARD WORK AND EFFORT (idk why but for some reason)
I hope you enjoy reading it!!!
Your reflection is totally different from you
A poem about the alter ego
this is garbage...
We, who used to talk so much that we would run out of breath but never out of topics..How can we be this silent?
If you like it, please write in the comments your favourite line of this story! :)
In ones-self emotions can flood Like crumbling crackling cracking wood. For those blinded by hate and rage! And so, that someone can taste colour and not bitterness.
Life is not a puzzle game to thrust victories upon someone and flaunt.
the moment i realised i fell in love with him, he had something else in his mind.
Infinite patience for the sweets. The son of man finally eats.
A collaboration of twenty-nine on the reveries and reawakening of reflection! Enjoy! <3
This is a collaboration on ego, hope, and love between @alexis123 @thebookqueen14 and myself:)
Part 7, last of the seven deadly sins; hope y'all enjoyed this mini series (All parts will be posted in the comments) (rewritten)
Written By: Treaver Hoerig
An Original Piece From My Collection of Symbolism Works.
Find More Here Of My Work Here: http://www.treaverhoerig.com/blog/collection-of-symbolism/
Source: http://www.treav...
A free form/acrostic poem. Poems within a poem. A little look into my family dynamics. Not so great. But honest, nonetheless.
The mesmerizing
Spring tale
Guys!!! It has taken lot of HARD WORK AND EFFORT (idk why but for some reason)
I hope you enjoy reading it!!!
Your reflection is totally different from you
A poem about the alter ego
this is garbage...
We, who used to talk so much that we would run out of breath but never out of topics..How can we be this silent?
If you like it, please write in the comments your favourite line of this story! :)
In ones-self emotions can flood Like crumbling crackling cracking wood. For those blinded by hate and rage! And so, that someone can taste colour and not bitterness.
Life is not a puzzle game to thrust victories upon someone and flaunt.
the moment i realised i fell in love with him, he had something else in his mind.
Infinite patience for the sweets. The son of man finally eats.