Bianca 1d

you're like a babycry
buried in a corn field
when the soul of our sun
beats under your hat
craving for a drought
and you start to sink deeper
inside your own body
just like I try to hide out
in the scarf of the wind -
it's looking for me
and I'm looking for you
right, right under your hat
as if I were a weak shadow
that asks for solace
under the bloody sunset -
hot.

The crickets are comforting around here.

Day 24/31 of my "Six Words A Day" Challenge for the whole month of July, the whole collection can be found on my page on the first of August.

You're brighter than the midday sun.

Day 23/31 of my "Six Words A Day" Challenge for the whole month of July, the whole collection can be found on my page on the first of August.

How ghostly can one actually be?

Day 22/31 of my "Six Words A Day" Challenge for the whole month of July, the whole collection can be found on my page on the first of August.

She was so hung up on the moon
that she forgot it disappeared sometimes
and every time they would remind her
to which she would reply
"he's still there
quiet but aware
and i'm still here
waiting, unafraid"

but young one
do you not see the light?
the ever glow of the morn
that causes you to stir
and awaken from your slumber
that shines on you
that you may live one more day

the moon may define the day with its orbit
but it can never be called the day
without the sun

sometimes,
we need to have a little of both
so here i am,
giving 2 portions of my heart
to one called the moon
and the other, called the sun

Rain is only tragic when unpredictable.

Day 21/31 of my "Six Words A Day" Challenge for the whole month of July, the whole collection can be found on my page on the first of August.

fresh.
The moment water trickles down your body

clean.
The moment you step out of the showers

aromatic.
The moment the smell of freshly brewed beverage hits

savoury.
The moment amazing breakfast washes into your mouth

personal.
The moment you put on music and hum along

Enjoy your morning all! For an introvert like myself, I take breakfast seirously, it's me-time, where I am generally undisturbed. I love my typical mornings. I hope you do too :)
Jasmine 4d

Is the story true?
That he would swallow animals alive
Or is it simply exaggerated
To shock our own eyes
I believe he was real, but the story
It just doesn't add up...
how on earth did he not throw it all up?

Tarrare still lives amongst us
In smaller doses on YouTube
People eating their way slowly
To new subscribers, and fans.

'Interview with a cannibal,'
That's there by the channel Vice.
And if you look a little closer
There are more scary beings
Hungry for a morbid delicacy
I wish I had never seen....

Tarrare truly seems to be
the most volatile and sick individual,
ever documented
But did he simply eat out of choice?
Or was he so ill he couldn't be saved
From his eventual demise.

Whatever the case,
Versions of this man, they exist

and the scary part is.
We thought it was just him

This poem is inspired but the story of Tarrare, a depraved cannibal, and videos I've seen on YouTube, The Deep Web type of content and such. And I came to this conclusion.

It seems we only need trust.

Day 20/31 of my "Six Words A Day" Challenge for the whole month of July, the whole collection can be found on my page on the first of August.

Interchange the letters, see the truth.

Day 19/31 of my "Six Words A Day" Challenge for the whole month of July, the whole collection can be found on my page on the first of August.
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