rediscovering my favourite form of self-expression.
if your wings are broken, you can use mine
New Delhi, India
every breeze touching the face of sand is filled with longing and satisfaction extracted from tumultuous sea and from sunburnt repose of tranquil souls © ...
Been writing for a while. Not sure if I'm any good.
“We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out” - Winston Churchill
― a collection of excerpts, proses & poetry.
An assortment of my thoughts
David P Carroll Poems https://dcarroll304.wixsite.com/mysite All Poetry is copyrighted to David P Carroll under a Dublin and European Union court of law. Was on TV ...
114/where am i?
i don't know what i am . other than . an old and broken soul
I write whatever I want to.
I am London based Poet who writes about mental health awareness and emotional situations. I try to deconstructs human behavior in an attempt to illustrate ...
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my ardent youth?
25/M/New Delhi, India
When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific—and all his men Look'd ...
Yale university junior with a horrible pizza addiction.
Welcome to the Moon, my cherries
I’m a sucker for love as much as I am a fool in love. I follow who follows me; you support me, I support you
F/Where the heart is
I have loved before. Crushed even much more so. I stopped believing in love and you came and never gave up. You sat with me ...
ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness.
mythology mess, aspiring poet / gamer, stargazing, vegan, goth, cold weather, book lover, just another star trying to feel whole again.