when demons take a troll outside my head, crawling down my fingers on this page
By: Ioana Moldovan What do they have to offer? “Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o'clock is a scoundrel.”
By: Ioana Moldovan Grapefruit sky at 7:44... I’m alive with Viracochas lightning I love dogs, but not so much when they howl in the middle of the night. Do you believe in love at first sight?
I personally don't.
I believe in lust at first sight. Here's my story. I thought I'd be writing short stories on here. But would you look at that, it's another poem!
Among billions of stars and a billion hearts, how do you find The One? Why doesn't anything come easily? When the sun is going down, the beauty comes out Night is a reoccurrence. It's a repeated consistency that we can rely on, but for many, the darkness that it wields is only a thing of terror. The darkness of night is not something to take lightly, f... A drabble about walking home during a rainy night GloPoWriMo #8 || I haven’t slept so it’s not tomorrow yet! A sonnet about my first love
Goodnight, children of the cosmos. Thanks for reading. it's dark... very dark... cold.. lonely.. silent.. but loud... what is it..?