A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy!
A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
Lost syllables, lost love letters, swept away into a coma of endless time.
Collab Btw me and many writers on the app enjoy <3
Immortality of my Soul the one thing that can never grow old
An ekphrastic poem based off the song 'Green' by Cavetown. Kind of loosely based, but I wanted to take the word 'green' in a different direction.
A poem about the mysteries of unsolved crimes and the injustice that comes with them.
I wish to breathe where tomorrow dawn never comes I wish to breath as the night closes its eyes
I wrote this to try to describe the fear I felt as I began to suffer from the psychological symptoms associated with my Lyme Disease.... It felt like I was going insane, and there was nothing I could ...
A short poem about autumn and the yearning ache in my soul.
After the rain and the black weeknights After the wind and the cold
Escaping from the suffocation of love is not escaping. You would save your self and save the good love you had.
Upcoming new horror story if you're afraid of being buried alive or trapped in tight spaces then this is for you.
A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy!
A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
Lost syllables, lost love letters, swept away into a coma of endless time.
Collab Btw me and many writers on the app enjoy <3
Immortality of my Soul the one thing that can never grow old
An ekphrastic poem based off the song 'Green' by Cavetown. Kind of loosely based, but I wanted to take the word 'green' in a different direction.
A poem about the mysteries of unsolved crimes and the injustice that comes with them.
I wish to breathe where tomorrow dawn never comes I wish to breath as the night closes its eyes
I wrote this to try to describe the fear I felt as I began to suffer from the psychological symptoms associated with my Lyme Disease.... It felt like I was going insane, and there was nothing I could ...
A short poem about autumn and the yearning ache in my soul.
After the rain and the black weeknights After the wind and the cold
Escaping from the suffocation of love is not escaping. You would save your self and save the good love you had.
Upcoming new horror story if you're afraid of being buried alive or trapped in tight spaces then this is for you.