// her body was not a void for you to fill //
// our love thrives due to the compost of my past lovers //
// contained feelings = contained healing //
// i love in bits and pieces, rather than in whole //
// submission for deep confession contest //
// i’m suffering the effects of ending on a semicolon //
// our love is the perfect shade of gray //
// analysis of // clockwork // which is found here: https://commaful.com/play/weeklybrent/-clockwork-/ //
My very first love sonnet. Wrote this 3 years ago. Hope you all enjoy.
// submission for the monsters under your bed contest //
// my kingdom heart is at rest // hope you enjoy this collaboration with the lovely @abstractvt //
// analysis of // the madness within // which is located here: https://commaful.com/play/weeklybrent/the-madness-within/ //
// the burning i felt from our love was not from warmth, but rather from frostbite //
You know that feeling when you want to drink every memory away? When you get so high just to forget? And the worse part is that forgetfulness falls asleep at its doorstep. Hope you all enjoy this poem...
// analysis of // victims of my mind // which is found here: https://commaful.com/play/weeklybrent/-victims-of-my-mind-/ //
// her body was not a void for you to fill //
// our love thrives due to the compost of my past lovers //
// contained feelings = contained healing //
// i love in bits and pieces, rather than in whole //
// submission for deep confession contest //
// i’m suffering the effects of ending on a semicolon //
// our love is the perfect shade of gray //
// analysis of // clockwork // which is found here: https://commaful.com/play/weeklybrent/-clockwork-/ //
My very first love sonnet. Wrote this 3 years ago. Hope you all enjoy.
// submission for the monsters under your bed contest //
// my kingdom heart is at rest // hope you enjoy this collaboration with the lovely @abstractvt //
// analysis of // the madness within // which is located here: https://commaful.com/play/weeklybrent/the-madness-within/ //
// the burning i felt from our love was not from warmth, but rather from frostbite //
You know that feeling when you want to drink every memory away? When you get so high just to forget? And the worse part is that forgetfulness falls asleep at its doorstep. Hope you all enjoy this poem...
// analysis of // victims of my mind // which is found here: https://commaful.com/play/weeklybrent/-victims-of-my-mind-/ //