I write. Sometimes.
Poetry
Penning My Story
I heard 'pen of my story' and had this in mind for 2 whole days before writing it down.
2 a.m.
This poem, looking back, came a little too soon. But every bit of that feeling was true. Maybe I feel too much, but that's okay :) (i guess)
Image.
Sometimes, my imagery is so insane, it generates gravity.
Questions.
One of them 'All time lows'.
Tulips and Sunflowers
This began with a question: 'What if I knew this was going to end soon?'
Forever
This came to me when I saw this reel about 'you get hurt because you don't know how to deal with losing your idea of life'
24/11
This came to me after I sat and forced myself to write something, that something being the other, less awesome poem in comparision.
Does Love Leave like a Blizzard?
A stark contrast to a question I asked myself: 'Is love like the snow? Does it arrive silently, without fanfare?', inspired by the manga Blue Box
Words that never finished.
I began writing this, tried to find time to write it, until you told me that you never really liked roses that much. So I stopped writing, and the words flew away, for they served no purpose anymore.
The boat at the sea
Yes, Imagery indeed. Wrote this when I saw an image of the same, and recalled a quote that said something about love being as endless as a sea.
The Idea of You
If you're comparing the dates and wondering the sudden change, well I am too! But it's like they say: "Life is a roller coaster!"
I have a problem
I don't really like this a lot, simply because I relied too heavily on the theasurus and it feels a little *try hard*. Nevertheless, it was the first poem I've written properly in a while.