sentimental~ galore : Writing

The World is a Asylum

The World is a Asylum

A Poem by sentimental~ galore


Inspired by The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. She is the greatest wonder.
Punching Bag

Punching Bag

A Poem by sentimental~ galore


Once drowning it hurts to even look.To take a quick glance, tip my hat.Give the rain to your nose.i've got a parade in my bones,Rattling like a broken..
The Moon is a Crying Man

The Moon is a Crying Man

A Poem by sentimental~ galore


Small steps. Small people, With brisk as the bloom blue kites Tied to the hands of the hemisphere. So cold, the movement of icicl..
Once I sank sand castles, now all I can do is dream

Once I sank sand castles, now all I can do is drea..

A Poem by sentimental~ galore


We used to build dreams, towering projections that reached the Milky Way, paper cut outs that covered every corner of the horizon, and painted rocks t..
Atoms floating and drying in space

Atoms floating and drying in space

A Poem by sentimental~ galore


Fingerprints smudged on creamy walls, wilted sunflowers hung dry on my heart Eroding day by day, burnt petals spinning inside my stomach like wild hu..
My Merry Happy Muse

My Merry Happy Muse

A Poem by sentimental~ galore


Through the mirror of the fisheye lense I see a world so shattered and so broken A tarnished polaroid print, hanging on my sweater sleeve. But the ..
Grains of Despair

Grains of Despair

A Poem by sentimental~ galore


In the alley their sits the shadow of a broken man, With his hands in his head, tears streaming down his face, He holds a pocket watch in his heart..
Innocent footsteps

Innocent footsteps

A Poem by sentimental~ galore


Roaming in the vast forest, storm of love on the way. Tiny rocks under our bare feet, lavender breeze in our faces, Like school children we chase on..
Ink poisoning

Ink poisoning

A Poem by sentimental~ galore


He was a feeling good flower, a raspberry tea shower With the fragrance of wet grass, and an old beat up car He was velvet blue, a..
Wayfarer sunglasses

Wayfarer sunglasses

A Poem by sentimental~ galore


Wayfarer sunglasses, forest rich eyes squinting in the sunlight. Hands in pockets, smile to the side. Ray of sunshine, the reason for sentiment in l..

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