Rida
sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ | ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ
bienvenidos a mis sueños, mis amigos
alas, you've stumbled upon this sad excuse for a thread, most probably in hopes of finding some quality, aesthetically pleasing compositions of poetry - something that worms its way into the clandestine recesses of your angst-ridden heart and makes you truly feel something, something forbidden in its own right but so, so good. something that lights a fire beneath your feet and has you dancing to the rhythm of its rhyme scheme, inspiring you to sit down, crack your knuckles, and unleash that inner nobel peace prize-winning author that's been cooped up within you all this time.
well, you've come to the wrong place.
no, years from now you won't see my work in the front of the classroom, being likened neither to that of frost, nor hughes, nor plath. this stuff isn't revolutionary, or even remotely touching, in my eyes. in fact, it's incredibly average - the languid words of a dilettante in these fine arts.
but, hey,
i tried.
alas, you've stumbled upon this sad excuse for a thread, most probably in hopes of finding some quality, aesthetically pleasing compositions of poetry - something that worms its way into the clandestine recesses of your angst-ridden heart and makes you truly feel something, something forbidden in its own right but so, so good. something that lights a fire beneath your feet and has you dancing to the rhythm of its rhyme scheme, inspiring you to sit down, crack your knuckles, and unleash that inner nobel peace prize-winning author that's been cooped up within you all this time.
well, you've come to the wrong place.
no, years from now you won't see my work in the front of the classroom, being likened neither to that of frost, nor hughes, nor plath. this stuff isn't revolutionary, or even remotely touching, in my eyes. in fact, it's incredibly average - the languid words of a dilettante in these fine arts.
but, hey,
i tried.
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duck!
dont steal my shit or i will mess u up oki