Virgil

21. 22. 23. 24. 25. A helmet to shelter my cranium!

16. 17. 18. 19. 20. A shield to protect this bod!

11. 12. 13. 14. 15. A sword to defend myself!

Deleted the old one just because it didn't share the same name as I do now, but this one has the same information! Also just wanted to make it neater, ...

@Audy At least now we know where your loyalties are.

petals - Number Seventy-eight petals scatter across the earth, as you, naive in your youth, fill your pockets with them. i'd tell you they're dead weight, but i want you ...

Signing up!

Semi-attempt at a humorous poem, different from the usual style I do. Tagging @birk since they had a bit of an interest in it. To note, this poem is also ...

Flow to me is a combination of what @Meshugenah and @Aley have already explained, but at the same time, it's the way the poem reads. When I read a poem ...

Brevity - Number Seventy-six Dear Father, Forgiveness and your name will never be in the same line, except maybe this one. I do not need to justify these words. For ...

You preach it, girl. That last one is empowering in your anger, and I adore it because it's such a valid argument that needs more attention.

dawn and dusk - Number Seventy-five there is one thing i want you to remember when i am gone, is that dawn will return to dusk and that dusk will ...

summer is - Number Seventy-four summer is freshly cut grass and the remnants it leaves behind. summer is frigid popsicles, broken in two and dripping on the sidewalk. summer is ...

famine - Number Seventy-three head throbbing, i lay on the bathroom floor, half-dressed. this is when i am at my rawest. this is when i am aching. only time can ...

universe - Number Seventy-two supposedly, the big bang puked up the universe, i guess we're similar in that aspect.