If you are still breathing you are the lucky ones because most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Words matter , they are alive , they are electric , they create an echo , they thaw frozen hearts , they bleed, they cry , they beg for deference , they are serpentine , they are chaotic , they build you up , they give you faith , they rip you apart to shreds , they are not hollow screams , they are colourful , iridescent like butter flies , they are monsters and atrocious , they are kind , they are ruthless , they are generous , they are stifling, they are blossoming like flowers and like guns they can inflict wounds . Just like actions words matter , but if not paralleled by the former words can fall flat and deflated . Words can be anything , choose them wisely .
All love ,
Rukhigeekglory
Most of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them
I'm a 17 y/o (Started this when I was 15) just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :]
(Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)