Who are we?
Hope you all liked it. Let me know how you all felt about it.
โ๐ธโโ๐โค๐ธโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ ๐๐ฝ ๐ธ โ๐๐๐โ๐๐๐ #๐ (๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ+ ๐ณ๐ผ๐น๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐):
โ๐พโ! ๐ธ๐ ๐ธ, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๏ฟฝ...
second attempt to make a tanka poem, both are for the daily prompt tho it's my first to rant in a tanka way-
To Us When We Canโt Seem To Find Beauty In Ourselves.
Because beautiful souls deserve to read, and hear, beautiful words.
This is a story about something that occurs to me often, idk if you ever felt it, but I have.
For A Special Someone.
For Someone I Could Never Imagine Living Without.
This poem was strange. It was a lot of things I'm actually thinking. I don't know what to say here - I feel all light, headache-y and empty after writing that.
Much love and hope for the future,
B ...
first attempt to do a tanka poem, tried to do my best to apply its essence by the traditional way-
What happens when your father goes abroad to work...
A poem behind a shooter, abuse, drinking, shooting, death, villain backstory. hope you enjoy bullet.
i am only human . . .
Who are we?
Hope you all liked it. Let me know how you all felt about it.
โ๐ธโโ๐โค๐ธโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ ๐๐ฝ ๐ธ โ๐๐๐โ๐๐๐ #๐ (๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ+ ๐ณ๐ผ๐น๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐):
โ๐พโ! ๐ธ๐ ๐ธ, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๏ฟฝ...
second attempt to make a tanka poem, both are for the daily prompt tho it's my first to rant in a tanka way-
To Us When We Canโt Seem To Find Beauty In Ourselves.
Because beautiful souls deserve to read, and hear, beautiful words.
This is a story about something that occurs to me often, idk if you ever felt it, but I have.
For A Special Someone.
For Someone I Could Never Imagine Living Without.
This poem was strange. It was a lot of things I'm actually thinking. I don't know what to say here - I feel all light, headache-y and empty after writing that.
Much love and hope for the future,
B ...
first attempt to do a tanka poem, tried to do my best to apply its essence by the traditional way-
What happens when your father goes abroad to work...
A poem behind a shooter, abuse, drinking, shooting, death, villain backstory. hope you enjoy bullet.
i am only human . . .