pingu : Writing

Gifted Curse

Gifted Curse

A Poem by pingu


Gifted Curse What’s the point in faking it If I won’t make it anyway Seriously Three years is a long time to be angry ..
Stars born in ashes mean nothing

Stars born in ashes mean nothing

A Poem by pingu


Stars Born in Ashes Mean Nothing You, a star risen from the ashes Are born too late into this world. Minerals stripped and stolen A..
Burnt Loneliness

Burnt Loneliness

A Poem by pingu


Dedicated to a friend.
A self-prey

A self-prey

A Poem by pingu


PreyInoperable and non-disposable. That is my unfortunate fate but my own prey. It’s self-inflicted but no one can know that.