The heart is becoming impure— when evening or night descends; the morning dew somehow carries the scent and sound of holiness right until noon, yet even after bathing with fragrant soap, still holy— where?

Hoy entendí que la vida es mejor cuando en vez de ser yo, digo nosotros Que detrás de cada detalle hay un montón de sueños en limpio Que en cada hoja de papel se escribirá un nuevo día de amor Y tu recuerdo

It happens. Sometimes, things don't rhyme, and it feels like your whole life is falling apart. In this moment, all we see is the dusty cloud, cold, and the sneezing that comes with it. It is a sickness

THE MONSTER OF OVERTHINKING AND UNDERFEELING wore a helmet indoors as it feared that the ceiling would come down and crush it.

Remember me summoning the Monster of Disco? That was yesterday. It worked. It's back!

Stick Figure #1 looked more like Sick Figure

Be aware of the parasite it likes to scare it likes to bite just make sure to not give them your light your energy is it’s battery don’t feed it don’t try to beat it just let it be in its mi-se-ry

Original piece by Saltycat. Radical poetry

I Sit beside my wooden table Flooded with a thousand thoughts My heart ache to let out all her pains Yet there's little I can say Memories of pain, memories of joy Now my life like the hay was fading away

A poem about life

'Understanding' art is like having a sense of humour - if you don't have one, no amount of explanation is going to make you laugh. ― Michael Craig-Martin Hello there, full-time weekenders! If there's something

Like a deer pant for a water brook I sat beside the dry oasis Longing for a downpour No little drop to quench my burning thirst No stream to heal my panting soul Depressed like a fugitive wandering in

Sitting at my computer quiet and alone, not bothering anyone, just minding my own. Then a fly started buzzing around my head. I tried to shoo it away, get lost I said. It kept pestering me, even flew in

Now This is a poem XD

All the Feelings Associated with the Word Cherish are So Timeless and Valuable

Little Ester walks along, humming to a tuneless song Moving through this flat blank space, that's empty with her imagined place If she is here she can't know why, for if she did she'd see the sky She'll

A mad poet I am

[ENG] The beauty of the moon that I look at when longing is unspoken, red cheeks blooming when will you worship again, tonight is too quiet like a heart that is waiting for me, I miss the person who always

Pt2

.sleep-soundly, speak-softly, stutter-sometimes, seek-soothing, stop-steady, streak-studies, stout-sudsy, sought- sushi.