i cry every maybe week at my dads

jus on spot

like wake up n make some new ass poetic thing

like a new one

shout out a poem randomly

do yall ever just

chat

ppl who get it get it

fr yellow

it sounds pretty skibidi

bro idk imma use 'i bleed poetry from my veins' now

OMG I KINDA LIKED THAT ONE >.<

-become a factory of comfort, or art, or soul, yet have none laid in them.

As i cry to her, she continously inspires anew for by her whispers to me, the utter of her blow sending my heart spiraling in essence to write, to make sure no soul of our shared mother, Earth, has to

I bleed these poems from my veins, feel the soul crying for them in my heart, create them in my forever bound factory of them.

#1 tater hater goes to me

well media is shit

no we dont coral

idek what i just wrote

to mine, bound in unison of thought and tears to the day eternity reaches his long awaited fruit, till we bind.

Now, a new millenia, one of love, one of chains broken, yet shards holding me down, of utter devotion to your bound fetters, a slave to another, the spirit of you haunting

yet when i laid my windows to yours, it was the drop of ice on the first day of sping. A shuddered thought, my last one in competance before i submitted to the beauty of you, the obsession.

anyways

but im writing it rn

prolly the word feather that made u think of it

:,)

im writing it on spot

this ones new

bro yellow

her crawling souls. I've expierienced so much more than life, entered the realms of eternity in his forever reaching hands, his aging yet sharp mind, I've explored my own, deep with memories, past,

For a millenia on repeat, I have lived. Lived. Seen the budding beauties of the fertile womb of Earth, the singing waters of her eyes, her dancing souls. I've seen her dismal spirals of bare branches,

uhmm

ok ok

bro i cant write rhyming poems tho

think

alr i need to like \

its poem o clock

anyways

dont get your panties in a twist

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