was never is, and is never was
accustomed to doing what the other does is always went left, and was went right at times in the hallway they'd say goodnight well, they got to talking one day it seems that was always comes when is goes away so the only difference between the two is that one already did what the other will do since was, was once is and is will be was they both do something that the other does now when is sees was and was sees is they kiss, because is, is hers and was is his is and was knows will, but will hasn't met them yet
get it kids? i don't claim to know a lot about spelling and grammar, but more than anyone
disturbing messages from trolls on my fb messenger so i thought i would help them any way i could...i am more disturbed about their grammar and spelling than threats haha
As is is: In the present tense. Ergo, Love is Love.
can only hold so many chapters... before I explode in volume(s)
The things you want to say, but can't!
I liked him; he liked me.
That’s the big problem: it’s all in the past and nothing can be done to conjugate the verbs or change us at the present.
I'm not really writing from experience but I do love word play and poetry is limitless in expressing emotions. It's a good morning, as I eat my PB sandwich and write this.
Clinging to PAST TENSE
Trying for FUTURE PERFECT Making all PRESENT TENSE All VERBS tensed.
All verbs tensed implies our thoughts, speech, and actions.
I am the observer, the artist.
I wonder the thoughts of others. I hear the unheard cries for help. I see the details that disguise hidden pain. I want to reach out across the globe. I am the observer, the artist. I pretend that I could inspire people. I feel in my heart I can't. I touch the minds of the innocent. I worry that my best won't be enough I am the observer, the artist. I cry for those whose survival is uncertain. I understand that second chances exist. I say to try harder. I dream that we will be loved. I hope I can make a difference. I am the observer, the artist.
*** is a four lettered word
flaunted by very bad vowels fevered to ecstacy by all tangled-up adjectives Then pounded into submission by perverted nouns that take their free liberty of the subjective Once surrounded by the iniquity of the parentheses you will only utter commas at the Benediction