Vent vacant vows,
say them aloud,
sway your profound silence,
you're drowning in self insolence.
Dark times sprout the best version of you;
when days are gloomy and grim,
stand solemn and stout,
shout and blossom the doubts,
help yourself find a way out.
Even when trite events happen,
plight nights will make you
as delicate as satin,
the vibration will vellicate your passion
and form a foundation
amongst the masses.
—
7/16/24
8:13 PM
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The Words I've Never Said
PoetryA place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading...
