I'll take the middle of try; that's where you are.
A Visit From Lu Parts 1-7! An ongoing, experimental fantasy poetry series / end of the world love saga
Stuffs. Micropoetry mostly. Writings I hadn't intended to share. Trashy treasures.
Simply a sweet micro-rhyme.
I thought I was just a gatherer but I suppose I am a huntress as well.
Some micropoetry I hadn't intended to share but now I am sharing anyway because, rebel.
His darkness is beautiful and so a love poem for him.
Life is a numbers game and I am always last (if at all)...
I can't fly away because he clipped my wings and now taunts me like I am prey
If you lay down your arms, I will lay down my pride.
A love poem that would like to be a song + a crappy snap of me
A sweet little love poem that should have probably been kept top secret
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 20K!! I LOVE YOU!!
His love turns me from a peasant to a goddess
I can taste revenge on my tongue.
Another love poem about not having any love.
It's possible love makes one completely delusional but what is life without hope!?!
Maybe it is I, maybe I am love
I know not anything.
tried to write a happy poem, part 2 of Wonder
I'm not anything to anyone and I never will be
A POEM ☺
It could be a song, it really wants to be a song *hums* a micropoem or some verses LOL (it doesn't help that I strum a guitar). Oh, it's about mistakes & wrong timings and wrong people and wrong doings (or a song, maybe it's just a song to help with the healing)
I hope it's okay to post a poem about roads, cuz no matter the path, you wind up at the same destination. I'd like to keep writing.
My dreams ended with you
"my indecision is final". Sitting in a room with no door or windows with written equations everywhere and zero right answers. The odds are, he's the answer to all my problems.
That's the problem with mold, it covers everything in blackness
no one here's getting out alive... (life goes on after you die)
Fell for you
I'm always in your shadow
Sundown is funtown
the consequences of our actions run deep
Some fights are worth walking away from...
Uhm, happiness or something
It's been a forty year search party thus far...
Net my fucking heart please
My back hurts.... a poem about why
You're so far away now I don't think I can reach you
HE IS PRICELESS
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