01-29-2022, 05:29 AM
Hey rowens-
I'm waiting for you to write "the ruins of rowens".
Regarding your poem, I struck out some lines and left the ones that struck back:
He is as gone as the seasons.
Restless. Word-crooked.
Broken by love,
eager as an invalid,
waiting on lightning,
spark of connection.
He debates the sins of eyes.
Incorrigibly alone,
he wakes to appearances
and lives perpetually in dawn.
Equipped to not fit.
The wonderland unwieldy.
I'm waiting for you to write "the ruins of rowens".
Regarding your poem, I struck out some lines and left the ones that struck back:
He is as gone as the seasons.
Restless. Word-crooked.
Broken by love,
eager as an invalid,
waiting on lightning,
spark of connection.
He debates the sins of eyes.
Incorrigibly alone,
he wakes to appearances
and lives perpetually in dawn.
Equipped to not fit.
The wonderland unwieldy.