Can love be written?
You guys might be bored of this.... Sorry, I couldn't help myself but post this one... Please comment whether I should continue with this series or not... Thanks!
Off the top of my cranium restricted to 2 word max per verse
dunno how my idea for a poem turned from being about 'honey colored clouds' to a poem about being a lady but oh well
This poem, at its core, is about choice and responsibility, specifically my personal choice. But we all have choices in life, and ultimately we are individually responsible for the choices we make as ...
If you ever felt so regretful for making mistakes that another person did not deserve, then know I've felt so much pain when I realized what I've done wrong.
As the loneliness of the sky falls on me, I feel that the pain of every star is my doing; that their suffering is something I must answer for. As the loneliness of the sky falls on me, I feel that the...
A bottle of vodka and a tube of white paint; one makes me a beggar, the other, a saint.
I'm creating a poem series, touching different subjects... You just might find your favorite.
You guys might be bored of this.... Sorry, I couldn't help myself but post this one... Please comment whether I should continue with this series or not... Thanks!
Off the top of my cranium restricted to 2 word max per verse
dunno how my idea for a poem turned from being about 'honey colored clouds' to a poem about being a lady but oh well
This poem, at its core, is about choice and responsibility, specifically my personal choice. But we all have choices in life, and ultimately we are individually responsible for the choices we make as ...
If you ever felt so regretful for making mistakes that another person did not deserve, then know I've felt so much pain when I realized what I've done wrong.
As the loneliness of the sky falls on me, I feel that the pain of every star is my doing; that their suffering is something I must answer for. As the loneliness of the sky falls on me, I feel that the...
A bottle of vodka and a tube of white paint; one makes me a beggar, the other, a saint.
I'm creating a poem series, touching different subjects... You just might find your favorite.