"We all have our little worlds of fantasy we confide with in our toughest days" A poem of escapism and finding reprieve from the world.
Sometimes my mind goes where my body cannot, only when you reach the bottom of bottles will you understand my thoughts.
Duct taping your eyes to a screen makes you notice the cracks.
The painter painted pictures and watched them move. Painted trees swayed in painted wind. Painted children played in painted streets. A painted sea lapped at a painted beach. Painted stars twinkled...
How our brain gets playful and how we can be deceived by those strange feelings , the whole system flips out and all we got is to survive the day !
A little poem I wrote about running away from yourself :) Please check out my other poems if you like this one :)
This is a poem about wanting to disappear. About wanting to walk into the distance, and become nothing.
A poem about the loneliness of becoming who you really are at the cost of people who only loved you when you were convenient and easy to love.
I wish someone had told me how these little things were the most important
An ivory off the shoulder blouse that flows like a painting of Renaissance As my pinned back hair strands fall on my visage,so distraught
"We all have our little worlds of fantasy we confide with in our toughest days" A poem of escapism and finding reprieve from the world.
Sometimes my mind goes where my body cannot, only when you reach the bottom of bottles will you understand my thoughts.
Duct taping your eyes to a screen makes you notice the cracks.
The painter painted pictures and watched them move. Painted trees swayed in painted wind. Painted children played in painted streets. A painted sea lapped at a painted beach. Painted stars twinkled...
How our brain gets playful and how we can be deceived by those strange feelings , the whole system flips out and all we got is to survive the day !
A little poem I wrote about running away from yourself :) Please check out my other poems if you like this one :)
This is a poem about wanting to disappear. About wanting to walk into the distance, and become nothing.
A poem about the loneliness of becoming who you really are at the cost of people who only loved you when you were convenient and easy to love.
I wish someone had told me how these little things were the most important
An ivory off the shoulder blouse that flows like a painting of Renaissance As my pinned back hair strands fall on my visage,so distraught