A poem about Ramadan preparations, (Islamic holy month), which I wrote based off of my family! XD Thank you for reading! <3
Thank you all so much! Commaful has changed my life, and it's all thanks to you!
The obvious inspiration is from Alex @stadarooni
I hope you enjoy this !
hey! i haven't been active for the past few days because i've been trying to spend less time on the internet, but i really just need to distract myself so i'm back! this is a poem i wrote a while ago ...
Everywhere, on the sidewalks, in the gutters, right outside my door. Flourishing in the streets of Tegucigalpa, like leftover confetti from Mardi Gras. Lining the paths, nestled in the gravel, the bro...
"Well that's just too meta. Scratch that part." || 388 words. Content warning for mentions of attempted suicide. Just a quick chat with the lads in my brain.
The mango trees are all dying, except this one. My leafy throne.
People always looked at my mango tree, and when I opened the window, it was gone.
A poem about Ramadan preparations, (Islamic holy month), which I wrote based off of my family! XD Thank you for reading! <3
Thank you all so much! Commaful has changed my life, and it's all thanks to you!
The obvious inspiration is from Alex @stadarooni
I hope you enjoy this !
hey! i haven't been active for the past few days because i've been trying to spend less time on the internet, but i really just need to distract myself so i'm back! this is a poem i wrote a while ago ...
Everywhere, on the sidewalks, in the gutters, right outside my door. Flourishing in the streets of Tegucigalpa, like leftover confetti from Mardi Gras. Lining the paths, nestled in the gravel, the bro...
"Well that's just too meta. Scratch that part." || 388 words. Content warning for mentions of attempted suicide. Just a quick chat with the lads in my brain.
The mango trees are all dying, except this one. My leafy throne.
People always looked at my mango tree, and when I opened the window, it was gone.