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?
Another story. Not my really best since it only came into my mind, but I hope you like it. I will edit this someday :). <br/><br/>Anya... that perfect girl.
Kris, a girl who suffers from schizophrenia. She was guided by her friend, Sean, in the real world and in the world she created. Together, they will try to surpass the challenge of Kris's past and try...
Official Prologue to the Edge of Dawn. A major story collab I am working on. This is the (unfinished) opening.
In a hollow chest, beyond repress, lies the treasure you once lived to find. In your mind, all the time, there is a silence that you would kill for. The way she's dressed, not to impress, but your lus...
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?
Another story. Not my really best since it only came into my mind, but I hope you like it. I will edit this someday :). <br/><br/>Anya... that perfect girl.
Kris, a girl who suffers from schizophrenia. She was guided by her friend, Sean, in the real world and in the world she created. Together, they will try to surpass the challenge of Kris's past and try...
Official Prologue to the Edge of Dawn. A major story collab I am working on. This is the (unfinished) opening.
In a hollow chest, beyond repress, lies the treasure you once lived to find. In your mind, all the time, there is a silence that you would kill for. The way she's dressed, not to impress, but your lus...