Somehow,at some point, we eventually lose the ability to convey our story. The poems feel hollow and the proses insignificant ....As we pick up the pieces scattered around us,we try our best to reclaim the pieces that are still dear and hold a meaning....
One day at a time.
No ink etched on the paper,
no wishes no prayers.
Life,is too unpredictable
and I have stopped keeping expectations.
Let the blank pages fill by itself,
as I fall and rise.
Evoking tears or smiles,
every line will have a true,deep story with meaning and be beautiful.
#vsspicLove
oh how the poetry
screams
such sweet sane madness
our pretty poet parts
all bared
and shared
bedded red hearts
beat
raw rhymes
in dark cryptic time
such sweet beautiful chaos
yours and mine
#punkpoetry
@DarkerSunrise @higherhawk Happy Birthday brother. Been really busy during this pandemic with real life and inactive over here. Lotsa love to you both.💕
i’m not just saying that everyone is different, it’s more than that, like how some trees are born to be wonderfully evergreen and some flow in other ways, beautifully, with the seasons