a few weeks ago i started writing some poems, without knowledge- because they don’t teach stuff like that at school TvT so i tried by my own so i hope they’re okay!!
I spit the venom, black and raw,
A howl against what no eyes saw.
My fists are storms, my my breath a flame,
But still, I never speak its name.
It writhes beneath my bitter skin,
A beast without, a rot within.
Each word I scream, each blow I land—
It slips like smoke right through my hand.
And still I strike, and still I burn,
For peace is something I won’t earn.
Not while this thing I cannot see
Keeps feeding all the hate in me.
THAT’S IT ITS MY FIRST POST IM ACTUALLY NERVOUS :c
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r0ttenballz
I feel like a lot of hobby poets nowadays, especially what u see on social media, rather sound like diary entries that don't even have a meter anymore- unlike yours! very nice!! :)
amelie ꩜
OMAGAWD ITS SO COOL AHHHH!!!