A one Frane Selak.
There is love and there is felony. and both can come to you at once when, when in a season of adversity.

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A one Frane Selak.
There is love and there is felony. and both can come to you at once when, when in a season of adversity.
Why I never get bored of my aloneness … communing with nature, speaking to angels & the hermit card
stills from a youtube video i created xoxo sourita
The wind’s voices…
-Dreams of You-
This is an original poem written by me! It is based off a DnD character I play, I hope you enjoy! For more of my work check out my linktr.ee/Ealm9 !
Videos from: pexel.com
The Confessions of Garry Right, part of my holloween themed poems of dread.
Between the suffering
and anger
we were born.
Evil is the earth
where we came into the world,
and through
the scars of the past
and the tears of the present
we become stronger,
powerful
and cruel.
We are the kings of the night,
we reign
on the city lights
and on desolation
of our soul.
Poem (C): Me
All the rights of the images, effects and GIF belong to their respective owners.
Made by Adobe Spark Post.
Note: This poems was supposed to be a song inspired by the Måneskin’s music,
In particular “Morirò da Re”, and It had to be the theme of my story.
More shaped by fire than anything else, by strife than joy. We forget our endurance, forget what we can survive, forget that real life exists beyond simply surviving.
Typewriter Series #3058 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Flame born, I call myself, patched with ash and the residue of who I was.
Risen, as though the heat carried me.
All fight for life, though few risk all for the thriving, the deep drink from the well of days, throat cooled where it only knew smoke.
I breathe water like air and have yet to call myself quenched.
I seek the answers, the buried magic in all that pulses just beyond surviving.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Leap Day: I wanted to post this video poem on March 1st as we didn’t have a Leap Day this year, but alas, I didn’t finish it in time. But here it is now. Some of the artwork is old and the ink paintings are more recent. The poem is from my book, A Map of Rain Days, published by @guernicaeditions. #poetry #videopoem #art #drawings #paintings #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #leapday #artistlife https://www.instagram.com/p/CMAjtg2ASML/?igshid=x3urcjhfy598