for @10am's contest.
Scattered...|| Sorry I haven't been posting much! Writers block has created an inability to finish things. I do like this piece tho. Let me know what yall think?
I was with my friends for the first time in quite a while the other day but I wasn't as excited or enjoyed as much as I hoped I did... I'm not really sure why so I guess this is about how scattered I ...
Scattered right there on the floor Scattered with the dispersed pearl
this poem's a little scattered, but that's how toxic thoughts make you feel.
Something’s probably wrong with my head because this is what I feel almost all of the time. (I’ll also mention this is after Nothingness, which was written a few days ago and I just decided to post i...
Forgotten and ignored by all but the sky, the petals weep. (I hope this poem -not all of it rhymes tho- makes sense and it's okay)
Written when my thoughts felt most scattered. On the page this poem is meant to look very tidy and rhythmic. Unfortunately it doesn't fit the interface of this website though.
Puzzle pieces will never learn if each piece doesn’t know how to direct oneself, before connecting with the bigger, more established form. Which is rendered to a mere silhouette full of details invoki...
Scattered...|| Sorry I haven't been posting much! Writers block has created an inability to finish things. I do like this piece tho. Let me know what yall think?
I was with my friends for the first time in quite a while the other day but I wasn't as excited or enjoyed as much as I hoped I did... I'm not really sure why so I guess this is about how scattered I ...
Scattered right there on the floor Scattered with the dispersed pearl
this poem's a little scattered, but that's how toxic thoughts make you feel.
Something’s probably wrong with my head because this is what I feel almost all of the time. (I’ll also mention this is after Nothingness, which was written a few days ago and I just decided to post i...
Forgotten and ignored by all but the sky, the petals weep. (I hope this poem -not all of it rhymes tho- makes sense and it's okay)
Written when my thoughts felt most scattered. On the page this poem is meant to look very tidy and rhythmic. Unfortunately it doesn't fit the interface of this website though.
Puzzle pieces will never learn if each piece doesn’t know how to direct oneself, before connecting with the bigger, more established form. Which is rendered to a mere silhouette full of details invoki...