Little do you know.
Sure you might have travelled by plane, train, and automobile BUT have you ever travelled by bottle?
A double meaning on pomegranate, fertility, and women.
No idea what this is so don't even ask ;-;
It's reallly small, but hope you like it still!
How are you viewed by the other?
A poem about how some are chatting none-sense about a person they do not know. A little late for the prompt my bad.
Episode 2 in the anti-bullying campaign
Bending towards the gravitational pull of the cosmic mirror, I wipe away the smoked glass- I'm seeing clearer.
You and fiancΓ© at optics store, someone may be in danger... There's no right and wrong answer for this... ---> ποΈπ
You're here and they know it. They saw you walk in and now they're pretending they didn't. You feel your face flush hot - dear god, don't let this happen now. You were nine years old the first time i...
A short poem on how powerful our perception of life can be not only for ourselves but for those around us and how it can guide us in making our dreams become a reality.
The best gift for me is freedom. For @specialrose contest. π
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The words we read on Commaful, emotions they evoke
This poem can be read with the stanzas reversed. It's about the fragility of perception and the difficulties that come with reflective cognition.
Sure you might have travelled by plane, train, and automobile BUT have you ever travelled by bottle?
A double meaning on pomegranate, fertility, and women.
No idea what this is so don't even ask ;-;
It's reallly small, but hope you like it still!
How are you viewed by the other?
A poem about how some are chatting none-sense about a person they do not know. A little late for the prompt my bad.
Episode 2 in the anti-bullying campaign
Bending towards the gravitational pull of the cosmic mirror, I wipe away the smoked glass- I'm seeing clearer.
You and fiancΓ© at optics store, someone may be in danger... There's no right and wrong answer for this... ---> ποΈπ
You're here and they know it. They saw you walk in and now they're pretending they didn't. You feel your face flush hot - dear god, don't let this happen now. You were nine years old the first time i...
A short poem on how powerful our perception of life can be not only for ourselves but for those around us and how it can guide us in making our dreams become a reality.
The best gift for me is freedom. For @specialrose contest. π
«
The words we read on Commaful, emotions they evoke
This poem can be read with the stanzas reversed. It's about the fragility of perception and the difficulties that come with reflective cognition.