I leave for you my past
and the last paddle in the sea...
Slipping in and out
Of melancholy...
Oddquain:
The Oddquain form is a short, usually unrhymed...
Today might be hectic
bursting with announcements...
we carry the hurt in our hearts,
swallowing it every time our...
Most often I ryme
With hideous lines...
They say a person with no past
has no future. But when it came...
If sun comes for me
with arms wide open...
I'm trapped in this world,
Alone with all my fears...
Now here's a thing I can't work out
Its purpose dumbfounds me...
It’s not just the vodka
stirring in my gut...
Dungeons breathe fire,
melting childhood...