Pump up the temperature. Heat it up,Heat it up. We need to kill it. There’s an intruder. We must fight it If you see it. Lock it. 105°C ~S.H.~
Tag: Poetry
So I’ve been working on a short film for a school event and things have been a little bit busy but exciting! Will see if I can post a video…
Push me To the ground. Heave and spite. Pull me closer to the ground. The ground. I need to feel the ground. The mountain has no peaks. Without the ground.…
Did you see a black and white bird? The only bird that perches on the metal railings? He hopped through life as if he needed nothing. Have you seen the…
Thread along the roads That never fail to hold. Some point in time. History came to find Me, in forms I feared In heartaches and pain. What is there to…
A soft touch like feather. Like snowflakes in winter. On the palms of your hand. So soft. A touch. A gesture. Like no other. It was so cold. …