Lol idk what I just wrote. There's so many messages that I don't even know what this is about anymore. Well make of it what you will :)
Lol I'm sorry this is so bad. For @debadityaduttas humor contest (Ik I'm gonna lose, I'm prepared)
it took too much time to publish this one. idk. i was a bit afraid.
The angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
Hurricanes cause great destruction. They're senseless and immoral, yet, they have no clue what they're doing. As innocent as a flowers pollen. And, it seems, hurricanes make for good metaphors.
Dedi...
Before it breaks me. Thank you so much for reading my words.
I grew up in South East Florida, about an hour north of Miami. This is a poem describing what summer was like growing up for me.
The sea only appears calm on the surface, yet what lurks beneath the surface is a hurricane which no one can surmise.
Concussive collision of our hurricanes
βSo howled the sea a hurricane, his love...β
Whenever I'm so upset that I lose the ability to articulate my feelings, my world dissolves into a torrent of malformed words and frigid rain.
A renewed draft of A Hurricane's Wrath!!
The angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
Angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
(A remake of my personal favorite poem)
Lol idk what I just wrote. There's so many messages that I don't even know what this is about anymore. Well make of it what you will :)
Lol I'm sorry this is so bad. For @debadityaduttas humor contest (Ik I'm gonna lose, I'm prepared)
it took too much time to publish this one. idk. i was a bit afraid.
The angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
Hurricanes cause great destruction. They're senseless and immoral, yet, they have no clue what they're doing. As innocent as a flowers pollen. And, it seems, hurricanes make for good metaphors.
Dedi...
Before it breaks me. Thank you so much for reading my words.
I grew up in South East Florida, about an hour north of Miami. This is a poem describing what summer was like growing up for me.
The sea only appears calm on the surface, yet what lurks beneath the surface is a hurricane which no one can surmise.
Concussive collision of our hurricanes
βSo howled the sea a hurricane, his love...β
Whenever I'm so upset that I lose the ability to articulate my feelings, my world dissolves into a torrent of malformed words and frigid rain.
A renewed draft of A Hurricane's Wrath!!
The angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
Angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
(A remake of my personal favorite poem)