yeah i might delete this one lol
i miss you so hard, but distance is necessary sometimes..
"It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly." -J.M Barrie
What would you say if I told you I lost my way back home? Would you help me find it if I told you what I know?
i went back to a place i used to love, and realized i needed to stay...
This for a contest @silver_nebula is holding. I chose the prompt "Hirath" which means a homesickness for a home you can't return to or that wasn't really there.
This poem describes a person longin...
A Pair of Rondelets: Homesick Nightly
The moon shined ever brightly
Short poems are the only kind of poems I seem to be able to write.
This poem spawned from a conversation I had with a flute maker at a powwow I attended. He had a flute that wouldn't play right and how an elder explained to him why.
A terza rima poem in iambic pentameter. Exploring my feelings for the place my ancestors lived.
An imaginative take on the real life craziness of moving across the world.
i miss you so hard, but distance is necessary sometimes..
"It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly." -J.M Barrie
What would you say if I told you I lost my way back home? Would you help me find it if I told you what I know?
i went back to a place i used to love, and realized i needed to stay...
This for a contest @silver_nebula is holding. I chose the prompt "Hirath" which means a homesickness for a home you can't return to or that wasn't really there.
This poem describes a person longin...
A Pair of Rondelets: Homesick Nightly
The moon shined ever brightly
Short poems are the only kind of poems I seem to be able to write.
This poem spawned from a conversation I had with a flute maker at a powwow I attended. He had a flute that wouldn't play right and how an elder explained to him why.
A terza rima poem in iambic pentameter. Exploring my feelings for the place my ancestors lived.
An imaginative take on the real life craziness of moving across the world.