18/M Your Poetry is a reflection of yourself, its you. When you read poetry you see yourself in it. We’re all reflecting at eachother. It brings us together, we’re all connected in this mirror and that makes me happy. 9 followers / 263 words
My wildest thoughts are like dreams, dreams without a speech dreams without art and dreams without an ending ‘Without peace and without vengeance, ‘Without love and Without death, and In all of the above I’ve listed my worst nightmares
‘The things we tend to forget,
Everyone will encounter the empty thought, and everyone will choose to ignore it and everyone will live the nightmares while everyone is to scared of their dreams But it’s our choice to confront them Punish them into submission Tightly grasp them so we can never let go So we can always squeeze onto our hope and our hope is not Lost Our hope is our dreams Our hope is Our wildest thoughts
I died yesterday. Doesn’t exactly mean anything How could it? I woke up, went downstairs to see two kids eating, smiling. I look across the table to a chair full of nothing trying to say something She died yesterday for something I don’t know what for but She died yesterday and that’s it.