Life is hell I’m just a ghost in a shell No one to know me No one to tell My story to Because they can’t relate Is this my fate
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
With gentle soul and spirit ever mild, The INFP, a dreamer of deep thought, Does ponder life's complexities, a child Of whimsy, by the world oft dearly bought.
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Within a heart that teems with gentle dreams, A wellspring deep of empathy doth lie, The INFP, with introspective beams, Searches for truth in a ton of passerby.
-How hungry are you? -Hungry as a LION! -What will the lion eat? Would ask my Mum To be so hungry - must be terrifying...
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Poets
Within their minds, a world of logic spins, INTPs dwell, where reason holds the sway. With keenest wit, they pierce through outward skins,
Within their minds, a world of logic spins, INTPs dwell, where reason holds its sway. With keenest wit, they pierce through outward skins,
I loved giving birth to you to be your mother. I don’t regret it. But I am so much more than just your mother. Your father doesn’t smile at me so much; no effort into our love life.
By Diani Alvarenga2 years ago in Poets
Even though I know it is over I have not heard your voice in so long I just wish we had closure I miss you so Every day I do my best to grow
With introspective gaze and mind profound, The INTP, a soul of logic's might, Doth ponder deep where truths yet may be found,
With introspective gaze and mind profound, The INTP, a soul of logic's art, Doth ponder deep where truths may yet be found,
The title was taken from a line in "The Winter King" but she is not given a name just a deity's wife. So I will give her a name and make her a queen of the sea.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Now this really takes me back: the comfort that meant the most when sick: my mama made a snack beyond compare: Cinnamon Toast.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
