I forgot that I post poems on here sometimes. I usually detest writing poems that rhyme because it’s hard to think of words that rhyme and I kinda just wanna describe an experience without… rhyming. but. Was feeling goofy
(Was aiming for a middle school wannabe poet vibe)
They called for help, just once or twice,
a passing thought, not said quite right.
No answer came, but that was fine
it never did, time after time.
So they shrugged and let it go,
picked up their things, went with the flow.
There was work to do, a list to keep,
and maybe later, they’d get some sleep.
There are so many faces: those who are dear, those who make you feel guilty and the one who left a scar across your entire lifeline.
The generation gap between me and ppl of my own age
I hope such universe exist...
man if I saw an elf nobody would be able to stop me
Martin Septim from Oblivion is Forklift Certified!
How their S support really like
He’s tryin to be tough, but he’s still just a kid huh?
Happy Birthday, Felix! You fight good.