i buried myself
Put down the swords and fight with warmth against the spite
A short poem on today's and yesterday's prompt words "step" and "walls".
Trying out haikus now :D This is a 8-10-8 syllable pattern
the first in a series of poems about love, written by someone who's never truly felt it
Not for everyone, written with comparable storyline to the movie Joker. I will be publishing Ominous Dreams II Saturday morning. Check out Ominous Dreams under thriller.
He had an addicting sweet taste that i fell victim to but a warm and thick iron taste made its way into the sweet, oh so sweet taste.
How well do you really know me? Can you actually see beneath this hard shell?
What if our bodies were just containers of flesh?
What if our minds were just mirages of contempt?
What if all that was left was a ghost in a shell?
Put down the swords and fight with warmth against the spite
A short poem on today's and yesterday's prompt words "step" and "walls".
Trying out haikus now :D This is a 8-10-8 syllable pattern
the first in a series of poems about love, written by someone who's never truly felt it
Not for everyone, written with comparable storyline to the movie Joker. I will be publishing Ominous Dreams II Saturday morning. Check out Ominous Dreams under thriller.
He had an addicting sweet taste that i fell victim to but a warm and thick iron taste made its way into the sweet, oh so sweet taste.
How well do you really know me? Can you actually see beneath this hard shell?
What if our bodies were just containers of flesh?
What if our minds were just mirages of contempt?
What if all that was left was a ghost in a shell?