@chrisnaturallyrp: ALL THAT WANTING, RIGHT? by Devin Kelly #poetry #poetrylover #grief #burnout #longing

ℭ𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 :

Once again your delivery itself is art. Beautiful!

Ashe 🇨🇦🏳️‍🌈 :

was playing graveyard keeper 2 and was suddenly like: HEY I KNOW THAT VOICE

GG :

Me anytime Chris speaks! It would be so cool to see him in a dnd campaign! Can you imagine the angst!? The emotion?!

Lissa R. Ryn Author 🖤📚🖤 :

it's incredible what you can do with just a few lines...

Here :

Why you gotta do that to me man. Sobbing at work rn, hope you all have a great day too

José Luis Marques :

I.... have nothing to say just.... thank you..... right moments of casualty I'd say. just.... thank you

Naturalflora :

this...

danlproberts :

Good god this hit home, you made this hit so hard

oak :

yes

Tobias "Mutt" Becket :

Holy Early, Ive never been this early for peak

DF 5577 :

this is stunningly beautiful ❤️

none :

I... don't know.

Kyle Whatley :

Trigg really messed Ephriam up😩

Nesrine Essam :

God!! Bless art

Julia Steijn :

Emma :

This 👏

Debatingaftershock :

This makes me think of what the minority needs to hear. They are killing their slaves, not realizing they are souls they are crushing

Annessa C. Gunness-Arjoon :

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

inayat :

A lump is a gift for a poet to torment his heart and an unsteady pen to ascend It fills the emptiness of my lonely moment As “Love has never been a popular movement“ Landlord, my love, and the too-late rent, they are discontent, yet all consent that revolution has started as I pretend. It will roar in my throat but in the end She will be sorry, my heart will be spent I try to spell bourgeoise as I resent Love might be coming, it is all in dissent It presses on my chest ready to ferment Until it is spilling, it won't be content Falling from my eyes as a dealer to attend the rite of passage, the too-lame lament. As her love in my heart will suspend the shame guillotine as Juggler repents Radicals may be severed, but lovers burned