a declaration of insanity.
random thoughts I guess, I'm trying to vent and resurrect my account
We all have that moment when all we wanna do is hide in our little corner, far away from the real world. Hide what we actually feel, hide our fears, sorrows ... behind a mask.
By: Ioana Moldovan
A poem about how certain people live in our hearts, and inspire our art without knowing it...
There was a terrible sound of wind. She said, "Sounds of dead people."
It was storm and the dust was flying. She said, "The spirits are flying."
‘Forget me not — o’ those eyes of thine, beg I, forget me not.’
A villanelle composed for @janed ‘s “Contest!!” on the prompt “Forgetting/ Losing Yourself”
What if that poem, the one I never got to write, would have been the one to change it all?
Torin finds his mother dead and his friend Lyra still alive.
random thoughts I guess, I'm trying to vent and resurrect my account
We all have that moment when all we wanna do is hide in our little corner, far away from the real world. Hide what we actually feel, hide our fears, sorrows ... behind a mask.
By: Ioana Moldovan
A poem about how certain people live in our hearts, and inspire our art without knowing it...
There was a terrible sound of wind. She said, "Sounds of dead people."
It was storm and the dust was flying. She said, "The spirits are flying."
‘Forget me not — o’ those eyes of thine, beg I, forget me not.’
A villanelle composed for @janed ‘s “Contest!!” on the prompt “Forgetting/ Losing Yourself”
What if that poem, the one I never got to write, would have been the one to change it all?
Torin finds his mother dead and his friend Lyra still alive.