Sometimes you just want to sleep. Sleep forever and ever and ever.
It hurts.
And a bit about a type of poem called a Tanka.
We're not perfect, but let's all still do the best we can :)
(ㄏ￣▽￣)ㄏ ey?
ey. ㄟ(￣▽￣ㄟ)
.....
...........
(ㄏ￣▽￣)ㄏ eyyyyyy ㄟ(￣▽￣ㄟ)
When things are overwhelming, it helps to recount the little things.
How hard must it have been for a genius to wish for failure.
The greatest success and achievement is to win - without losing who you are.
I like all types of films (as long as the story is good, but for me, black and white films have always hit different :)
A spenserian poem tells a story. Although, I intentionally made it a bit vague, I wonder if the rest of you can still see it.
The idea for this poem was already brewing around in my head back when I wrote the other poem, "What is it? This thing that they call Love"
I tried out a tiny twist at the end in this one ^^
Clueless little country bumpkin.
We are all clueless little country bumpkins heading for the big city. (´･_･`)
A thing I love about writing, is you get to stop and think a lot about things before putting it into words that will hopefully get across well to other people.
The title, Hoarfrost, refers to the frost that forms when you leave things out in the cold... A metaphor for "Dreams left Behind in the Cold" or "An Abandoned Dream"
But just because it's covered in f...
Trust is a heavy thing.
It was fun editing the photos for this one. Original photo was from Pexels by Pixabay. I edited the poem in after :)
Sometimes you just want to sleep. Sleep forever and ever and ever.
It hurts.
And a bit about a type of poem called a Tanka.
We're not perfect, but let's all still do the best we can :)
(ㄏ￣▽￣)ㄏ ey?
ey. ㄟ(￣▽￣ㄟ)
.....
...........
(ㄏ￣▽￣)ㄏ eyyyyyy ㄟ(￣▽￣ㄟ)
When things are overwhelming, it helps to recount the little things.
How hard must it have been for a genius to wish for failure.
The greatest success and achievement is to win - without losing who you are.
I like all types of films (as long as the story is good, but for me, black and white films have always hit different :)
A spenserian poem tells a story. Although, I intentionally made it a bit vague, I wonder if the rest of you can still see it.
The idea for this poem was already brewing around in my head back when I wrote the other poem, "What is it? This thing that they call Love"
I tried out a tiny twist at the end in this one ^^
Clueless little country bumpkin.
We are all clueless little country bumpkins heading for the big city. (´･_･`)
A thing I love about writing, is you get to stop and think a lot about things before putting it into words that will hopefully get across well to other people.
The title, Hoarfrost, refers to the frost that forms when you leave things out in the cold... A metaphor for "Dreams left Behind in the Cold" or "An Abandoned Dream"
But just because it's covered in f...
Trust is a heavy thing.
It was fun editing the photos for this one. Original photo was from Pexels by Pixabay. I edited the poem in after :)