Twenty Nine
a collection of emotions put into words.
❝ i took some food for thought, it might be poisoned. ❞ POETRY | PROSE | THOUGHTS © walkinglovesong 2017 HR : 190 | POETRY
im jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have ever been.
after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.
because sometimes words are like paint splatters; messy, chaotic and leaving their imprint on any canvas they come in contact with. but also full of life and colour, and just like a masterpiece, is capable of being interpreted in 7 billion different ways. #132 - 22/10
in a world full of pain, all i ever wanted was to be happy @punk-ishdad © july 2017 - april 2018
and everything changes the morning after, right? // highest rank - #108 in poetry
a collection of words describing specific pain. my poetry doesn't follow any rules. my style may change but the words remain insane. ✨minimal to no cursing✨depression✨anxiety✨ hopeless romantic babble✨ proceed with caution. 2017-2018
incoherent babbling from a low place in my mind. my poetry doesn't follow any rules. ✨lots of cursing✨depression✨hopeless romantic babble✨ proceed with caution. 2016-2017
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 i share poetry and poeticisms about the things that mean the world and nothing at all
a galaxy that'll collide with our galaxy, the milky way, to form milkomeda or milkdromeda. and a galaxy that'll collide with you, the reader's, emotions. as you read, think about how we'll be in our new galaxy, in a utopia or a dystopia, we'll never know (because we'll all be dead in 4 billion years). there is no top...