Every creative piece is just me, telling a story. Enjoy!
Where exactly is it? You had a wonderful heart. Was it all for show? Where exactly is it? The act of kindness you showed us.
By πππ°π³πͺπ’ ππ¦π―π¦ππ°π±π¦6 months ago in Poets
How was it to spend time with a stranger? Are you grateful for your time with him today? Did you leave a trail of compassion or a scar of comfort for him?
Life nowadays. It's no longer simple. People take their lives very seriously. They are energetic and vigilant. _ Being alive is a blessing.
Behind it all is my crushed heart. Behind the smile is my silent scream. Behind it all is a heart on the verge of giving up.
Life, though! Everything appears to be a chaos. Throughout her daily life. She'sΒ feeling very lonely. Within the thunderstorm of poverty.
My empty pockets, hollow eyes. A sense of worthlessness, a silent sigh. The weight of poverty, like a heavy chain. I'm feeling like a nobody.
By πππ°π³πͺπ’ ππ¦π―π¦ππ°π±π¦11 months ago in Poets
For her children, she finds the will to strive. A mother's love β she's a driven force. Through every wound, she still finds a way to heal.
It feels like rain, heartbreak stain. A pain so deep, it's hard to explain. Grief's heavy weight, it presses me down. A sorrow so vast, it wears no crown
Love shines brightly. Soothing people's minds and resolving conflicts. It heals scars and connects people's hearts. A work of art.
Life's mystery unfolds on a daily basis. Hardships and hope in every way. Poverty's weight causes persistent tension. People's tears flow like rain.
I've been walking in the dark. I've been feeling puzzled. I've drowned forever in my own tears. I have tried countless times to discover my true self.
By πππ°π³πͺπ’ ππ¦π―π¦ππ°π±π¦12 months ago in Poets
Here I am. After each setback. Nonetheless, I rise and smile. I stand still. ~~~ Here I am. Behind the suffering. Behind distress.
