poems hold no rules.
no guideline, no structure
poetry speaks straight from the heart and soul, letters flowing in ribbons from the membrane of the mind.
no word is capitalised, no letter holds more significance.
no poem is numbered or ranked. they all exist on the same page, in little sections.
poetry has no order, no specifics, and it is not for all.
but I will share mine, as a way to share my mind, and tie my strings around my words.
YOU ARE READING
29AM (revive)
Poetryall my poetry has ceased to exist. from my mind, and from this silly website, so here I go again.
