Practicing my writing - mainly poetry
Art from the soul cannot be rushed. You may think you can create quickly, but it’s not rushed— it flows swiftly from within.
By Anon11 months ago in Poets
I love fruit tarts; the tartness balances out the sweetness, as long as its not overly bitter. it makes it not so dull. It gives it a flavor,
The stars are lonely; that’s why they connect themselves into constellations, and group themselves into distinct sets, while remaining autonomous.
You broke my heart so bad it felt like it fell and shattered off of a 100 story building like a glass vase with roses in it
There's a flame in my heart, consuming me for better or for worse, when we're together. It's like I have to be my best self,
Like a river finding its course, transformation carves its path, through the landscape of the self. Like the river's streams of water,
Love scares the demons away, so they’ll try to pull you apart from love when it deals with people and the things you love doing.
Milk the words that come out of your mouth for good. If you pour them into a glass, don’t spill them because then everyone will see a mess.
You can't pour from an empty cup they say, so I fill my cup with coffee during the start of the day. My confession is that it’s a little obsession,
Sadness, in some cases, can be so overwhelming to the point where it feels like your brain’s been overtaken and is eating itself away
There are two types of murder I can think of: one is outright murder in of itself, and the second is a more subtle variation,
No one really seems to value love as much in these current years; whereas if found the one, I’d hold onto that him dearly,
