I keep going back for more.
The void scrapes off the human wrapped around it.
I like being my own person most of the time.
Who are you when no one’s watching?
By: Ioana Moldovan
On emptiness and hopelessness.
I wrote this about growing up and how the process is not always kind to you. Hope you enjoy and everyone is well! (Posted on Instagram at @moonwakewords)
Day 5 of NaPoWriMo. I've written 10 poems so far this month. 50 more poems to go!
A splash of passion sparkles in your eye.
Faraway fantasies fade into your heart.
What does infinity feel like?
Some short, fun haikus for tonight! Hope you enjoy!
These are the ghosts; these are the words you cannot say.
The sudden feeling of nothingness, fearing absence
You didn't love me when you were alive, so I won't love you when you're dead.
I hope you all like my relation to the word tender