for @10am's contest.
Sometimes, what comes from a dream is even more solid and real than the things and people we’ve been used to.
Creatures born from ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part 2 of my story collection ‘Paper Souls’
Creatures of ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part 3 of my story collection ‘Paper Souls’
What goes around eventually comes around to bite you in the back. Though, if you believe in that stuff, then you also know we're given the opportunity to do things differently and not mess it up too m...
A freestyle poem on my thoughts of the me inside my head and the one I present.
Creatures born from ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part One of my first story collection, ‘Paper Souls’.
What did you think of it? Let me know in the comments!
Also, I’m really, rea...
The uncanny lingering of memories unforgiven.
(This is my first time writing on here and it was fun, I hope you like it!)
Saliva dripped from the corner of his contorted smile. "Delicious". At his feet, all of humanity cried out for mercy: "Please, give us back our light! Without it we cannot survive!"
Musing on the mystery and malaise of epistemic constraints.
Wrote all kinds of mind-boggling questions for this one. Almost had a existential crisis by the end of it😂😂
Meaning of the poem💭🎭
We all get bugged by our insecurities when we stare at ourselves ...
HI, SKY!
An old owl or a swallow in flight think of the stars to be round eyes.
The stars are neither theirs nor a wizard's.
I am an old owl spellbound by nights.
I am a young swallow with love in my...
TIME CLIMBS UP AND DOWN
I talked to the wind through the autumn leaves.
The leaves don't know where time creeps.
Time is never back but where it sits.
No winds know where time kneels.
Old and new, bor...
Sometimes, what comes from a dream is even more solid and real than the things and people we’ve been used to.
Creatures born from ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part 2 of my story collection ‘Paper Souls’
Creatures of ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part 3 of my story collection ‘Paper Souls’
What goes around eventually comes around to bite you in the back. Though, if you believe in that stuff, then you also know we're given the opportunity to do things differently and not mess it up too m...
A freestyle poem on my thoughts of the me inside my head and the one I present.
Creatures born from ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part One of my first story collection, ‘Paper Souls’.
What did you think of it? Let me know in the comments!
Also, I’m really, rea...
The uncanny lingering of memories unforgiven.
(This is my first time writing on here and it was fun, I hope you like it!)
Saliva dripped from the corner of his contorted smile. "Delicious". At his feet, all of humanity cried out for mercy: "Please, give us back our light! Without it we cannot survive!"
Musing on the mystery and malaise of epistemic constraints.
Wrote all kinds of mind-boggling questions for this one. Almost had a existential crisis by the end of it😂😂
Meaning of the poem💭🎭
We all get bugged by our insecurities when we stare at ourselves ...
HI, SKY!
An old owl or a swallow in flight think of the stars to be round eyes.
The stars are neither theirs nor a wizard's.
I am an old owl spellbound by nights.
I am a young swallow with love in my...
TIME CLIMBS UP AND DOWN
I talked to the wind through the autumn leaves.
The leaves don't know where time creeps.
Time is never back but where it sits.
No winds know where time kneels.
Old and new, bor...