a poem about pizza and love.
For The Poem Fight (@thepoemfight). A girl can't hear so she asks the wind for assistance. β
I'm crawling on the wooden floor, Watching my mommy's hands.
βMirror, mirror on the wall,
Whoβs the happiest of them all?β
Deafening is saving. (Atleast in my poetic dimension)
This was written for a Deaf friend who loves when I sign sing. And she typically sings along with me. So I wrote her this (and she asked me to publish it)
A deaf girl becomes the key to finding out the culprit of a crime far greater than imagined. Despite their initial unbelief, the FBI soon realize her story may be the path to justice for the victims.
My head throbbed with pain as I woke up...this is the sequel to Train Incident or the horrific ending of the Shelly story:/
This is my first poem... short story...? I dunno. It's somthing. The idea was partialy inspired by the conceptual album Tommy, by The Who.
Do you remember the classroom in 6th grade? Yeah, the one we shared for the 1st day?
"People talk about perfect timing, but I think everything is perfect in its moment."
-Eddie Huang
A short story series on a boy, his mom, his sister, and best friend, who are driving to the mountains.
This is what's on my mind right now. Nothing less, nothing more. Leave feedback. <3
For The Poem Fight (@thepoemfight). A girl can't hear so she asks the wind for assistance. β
I'm crawling on the wooden floor, Watching my mommy's hands.
βMirror, mirror on the wall,
Whoβs the happiest of them all?β
Deafening is saving. (Atleast in my poetic dimension)
This was written for a Deaf friend who loves when I sign sing. And she typically sings along with me. So I wrote her this (and she asked me to publish it)
A deaf girl becomes the key to finding out the culprit of a crime far greater than imagined. Despite their initial unbelief, the FBI soon realize her story may be the path to justice for the victims.
My head throbbed with pain as I woke up...this is the sequel to Train Incident or the horrific ending of the Shelly story:/
This is my first poem... short story...? I dunno. It's somthing. The idea was partialy inspired by the conceptual album Tommy, by The Who.
Do you remember the classroom in 6th grade? Yeah, the one we shared for the 1st day?
"People talk about perfect timing, but I think everything is perfect in its moment."
-Eddie Huang
A short story series on a boy, his mom, his sister, and best friend, who are driving to the mountains.
This is what's on my mind right now. Nothing less, nothing more. Leave feedback. <3