The colour of the hour stains the horizon. Someone pins some stars up there, leaves & returns with an oil rag to make it sparkle.
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hope out of this, I can have a single manuscript which intend to submit. I am still writing though. You should see my hive post. 😂
tears you open & you can't even scream because the beast looks like you.
The more I read poetry, the less inclined I'm to participate in the daily cruelty of life, the more I question my mortality.
The more I read poetry, the less inclined I'm to participate in the daily cruelty of life, the more I question my mortality.
universe knows. Sometimes the rejections come with notes about how much they loved a poem but it was not a good fit. 😔
I have sent the two manuscripts out to poet friends. I hope out of this, I can have a single manuscript which intend to submit. I am still writing though. You should see my hive post. 😂
This life is a strange beast. It walks up to you & tears you open & you can't even scream because the beast looks like you.
The more I read poetry, the less inclined I'm to participate in the daily cruelty of life, the more I question my mortality.
Whenever I get a rejection in my mail, I feel so terrible. I feel like I don't know how to write and the universe knows. Sometimes the rejections come with notes about how much they loved a poem but it was not a good fit. 😔