A poem about the mark we leave on the world when we're gone and about legacies. Thank you for reading :) <3 when you look in the mirror and somebody else is there too my own version of exquisite darkness which lies within my soul - with visuals.
By: Ioana Moldovan What does infinity feel like? I want the clock's hand in a spiderweb A jealous knife in Master Warner's pantry. 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... Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. I needed to find a passion to write about it does not require a specific description
By: Ioana Moldovan This is a poem I wrote long ago. Like, loooong. I'm not sure as to whether I like it or not, but it fit with today's prompt. ^^
It's about freedom of identity. Thank you for reading :) <3 lost in the fortress my mind created
Source: Ioana Moldovan *trigger warning: brief mention of r*pe
One fact about me? I'm the type of person who asks...
Do you ever wonder what’s happening down in hell?
By: Ioana Moldovan Eren reflects on her true nature and what this means when he can turn into the same kind of creature that murdered his mother. obsessing over the agony of not knowing
By: Ioana Moldovan A poem about identity and individuality