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PPoetic Expression

Was it always like this hopeless, famished, felt naked, but did I do something wrong ? Pain in my veins slow and strong enough to tear it. Oh, I love and hate it at the same time! The cut is oozing I wonder if I'll be gone but I guess I'll hold on till I make her smile but is she worth this all ? What did she want from me?
she said peace . love . obedience . courage but she showed me war . hate . rebellion . cowardice. Loud and clear she said "You better off dead" But her eyes screamed love am I delusional or am I blinded by anger ? I swear to God I tried but its not working I tried to stop all of it but everything came back like a wave will I ever be free?
The touch was warmth but the fear creeped through, it went through all the unknown places- what if one day it all just burst through me, am I the victim or the survivor. They spoke of love but nobody knows how to show it why? Is it that hard?
I want to say NO but my lips just can't do that it's so used to saying YES. Just a Rose and Jasmine is all I need- but they wither over time, why did the Nazarene created they if they can't stay forever why do the tormenting heart has to go through agony ? I wonder if he exists "If he ever exists let him know a dear servant wished for you and wasted the eternity"
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This app has chased a lot of people away
It has and nit the right ones =x
Yep
How are you holding up?
Lots of up And down lately
But always surviving 😌
Glad your surviving maam
I completely understand the ups and downs =(
Really good ty
Hi everybody
Oh hi
Hru ?
Doing okies and you?
I'm fine thnx :3
Glad to hear
What brings you to the poetic side if the world
I love the depth
I just write until the cows come home. I also draw stuff
I also play guitar, as well as a bit of drums
>>> What brings you to the poetic side if the ... Poetry was never a choice; it’s the echo of things felt but never spoke
It lives where reason fades and the soul takes over
And such a GC must be alive
Thats a good reason
>>> I also play guitar, as well as a bit of drums Share some talent ha
This was one of the many things I sketched up for one of my poems
That’s the pic from .44 calibre love letter.
You didn’t write that.
As I'm aware
Sorry I’m slow
I should've clarified it's not originally my idea, but rather a slight reimagining of the idea
You revamped lyrics and made a newish sketch? Either way it does look cool. I love that song and the pic I was like wait a tic
I'm glad you think so 😌😌
>>> Thats a good reason Ofc it is
And I still dk why is this gc kinda dead
It has had its ups and downs over the years but the last few years people just dont come here anymore
That's sad actually
Interest in literature seems to have faded over time, but its magic never truly disappears perhaps it just needs a new spark to reignite
When the world turns around and the electric pulse of the world shuts down literature will come back
Literature never truly leaves; it simply waits in the shadows, ready to rise when the noise of the world fades
I am a leader of a revolution that never existed, my mind fractured in full delusion sick and twisted. Bloodshot eyes and sleepless nights, battling the lies and what seams right. I am a failure in my own mind, more then a little broken and a gesture held together by twine.
To the world my smile screams yes im fine, yet below it steams with out a spine. With out control I am silent alone, releasing the pressure a whole unknown. I am a product of what you made, alone I stand until death and grave.