For @scintilla's Writing Prompt #7. For the line: "Sometimes the cold bites."
(Lost)
This has been lying in my drafts forever so I figured I'd share it with you guys.
Video: vm.tiktok.com/ZSgHJYsB/ This was really fun to write and format. Not to mention extremely personal. Hope you enjoy it!
He had an addicting sweet taste that i fell victim to but a warm and thick iron taste made its way into the sweet, oh so sweet taste.
poem on my past; on trauma; on pain; on identity crisis; on grieving; on healing.
all praises to the Most High. thankful to be able to share my words of testimony and hope here with everyone. blessin...
Part 2 of Girl Crush! What will happen between Seraphina and Monet? Find out now!
A poem that reeks of bitterness towards the aforementioned diamond girl.
A haiku on sponge gourds and an end.
Reality screams at me through thoughts bubbling on the surface.
This bitter cold made a brittle soul. This little hole needs warmth to be whole.
a response poem to Langston Hughes' "Negro Speaks of Rivers"
Foolishly coaxed by his prolific charm
Their discordant dialogue sows hesitation
A copiously angry, honest letter I’ll never be able to send.
This is a poem about fearing that you'll never heal from the pain you've expierenced and you'll become just like the people who've hurt you.
For @scintilla's Writing Prompt #7. For the line: "Sometimes the cold bites."
(Lost)
This has been lying in my drafts forever so I figured I'd share it with you guys.
Video: vm.tiktok.com/ZSgHJYsB/ This was really fun to write and format. Not to mention extremely personal. Hope you enjoy it!
He had an addicting sweet taste that i fell victim to but a warm and thick iron taste made its way into the sweet, oh so sweet taste.
poem on my past; on trauma; on pain; on identity crisis; on grieving; on healing.
all praises to the Most High. thankful to be able to share my words of testimony and hope here with everyone. blessin...
Part 2 of Girl Crush! What will happen between Seraphina and Monet? Find out now!
A poem that reeks of bitterness towards the aforementioned diamond girl.
A haiku on sponge gourds and an end.
Reality screams at me through thoughts bubbling on the surface.
This bitter cold made a brittle soul. This little hole needs warmth to be whole.
a response poem to Langston Hughes' "Negro Speaks of Rivers"
Foolishly coaxed by his prolific charm
Their discordant dialogue sows hesitation
A copiously angry, honest letter I’ll never be able to send.
This is a poem about fearing that you'll never heal from the pain you've expierenced and you'll become just like the people who've hurt you.