So many stories Inside some of them do hide Reinterpreted
Holding on to hope is like waiting for letters like we used to once.
1) Stories are waiting smart journalist persona story in progress. 2) What makes good story? the lies, fear or suicide compile forgeries. 3) Who’s the one who cares between the false and the true? Make peace with the real. 4) The real’s leaving soon don’t pause to think of what’s new embody what’s good. 5)…
❤️(A haiku for the wordpress community, thank you)❤️ Thanks for seeing through my rant’s disguised volcano hides a heart pierced gold.
Politically Correct is the same bullshit renamed Status Quo.
1)Sometimes the arrow’s pointed sweetly straight, true mate last chance romance fate 2)Sometimes the arrow’s poisoned, replaying karma programmed on heartache 3)Sometimes the arrow’s a time machine of sorrow repeating drama 4)Sometimes the arrow’s over-flowing with bright hope illogically 5)Sometimes the arrow’s misaimed to the wrong target unrequited love 6)Sometimes the arrow’s a sadist trickster…
We’re sorry you’re stuck in war regime violence Uh good luck with that.
I guess he and I hated ourselves we bonded on self-destruction.
I’m a bad daughter I care only for myself That’s how they see me.
I don’t recommend Living in the Tenderloin Death’s so much kinder.
1) You were property Birthed female, sold in marriage Female means no choice. 2) Your brothers became Famous, brave, heroes of might Rich chivalrous knights 3) While you embroidered Quietly their coat of arms Prayed for their safety. 4) Poor beautiful you Married into slavery They said be grateful 5) Where else could you go?…
https://www.siue.edu/COSTUMES/PLATE60DX.HTML (This poem is dedicated to feminists, both male and female): 1) How did it begin? Was it Benjamin Franklin? Who invented them? 2) Torture in disguise Who invented high heels why? Chinese foot binding. 3) Originally Unisex, gender-less Meant to avoid mud? 4) Both sexes wore frills Make up and embroidery Powder faced with…
I’m an Amateur I’m Here for Love Not Money Manifest Artist.
Toilet water flush Swirled into oblivion funeral cyclone. The female beta tank has failed. All the peaceful ones were attacked until they died of their wounds. Stripes’s entire fin was ripped off. It made me lose heart. She had survived by outwitting the agressive ones by grabbing her food and diving to her hiding spaces….
Don’t love everyone Some will take your trust in vain Eat your bleeding heart.
1) It feels like high school When I was a super fool Unrequited crush 2) Why does a crush hurt? Disappointment feels like loss Though it’s not real love 3) Imaginary Dreaming a future never Hope wasted pretend. 4) Peered eyes to my eyes Said I want to be just friends Nothing more again. 5)…
https://unsplash.com/@inasoulisphotography 1) False sunrise mistake it turned out to be a hoax coaxed with foolish hope 2) Nothing to discuss There’s nothing left to adorn no more illusions 3) Codependent dope You thought you could protect him Save yourself instead.
Sweet seconds with you are worth more than false lifetimes, alone, forsaken.
1) My heart’s little hurts already stark following dim ghosts cloaked in moon 2) Disclose the sudden tiny world will never bloom Break the bowl apart 3) Hello Goodbye lark a sad finish at the start Bandage it with Art.
Without them we’re lost They remind us of Wonder Truth and Innocence.