When I’m Dy-
ing, over last for-
ty-six breaths,
camera
points towards cloudy nightmares
crashing heaven’s might.
When I’m Dy-
ing, over last for-
ty-six breaths,
camera
points towards cloudy nightmares
crashing heaven’s might.
Compassion, Death, Depression, Poems, Poetry, Safe Places, Seeking God, Shadorma, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by blueangelwolf on February 8, 2017 - 7:42 pm
Great to see you back 🙂
#2 by Carl on February 9, 2017 - 5:03 am
You are very kind. I appreciate your visit, and I hope you are doing well.
I’ve been wanting to get back to it for so long. Finally I figured out that I could use constrained forms to remove the fear of writing terribly. I enjoy it so much. There is an unnamable reward.
#3 by Rob on February 11, 2017 - 11:04 am
Like the build
#4 by Evelyn on February 12, 2017 - 6:30 pm
Good stuff.
#5 by Carl on February 12, 2017 - 10:14 pm
Thank you for the visit! I don’t know what’s good and what’s crap, but I love doing it. It’s nice to be back a little bit