I held you your first minutes on this Earth
A short poem that I posted on Instagram originally, about memories and growing up. Hope you like it! <3
I wrote this about growing up and how the process is not always kind to you. Hope you enjoy and everyone is well! (Posted on Instagram at @moonwakewords)
Sometimes you just can't win...
I post a lot of my poems on YouTube as spoken word's. Search #thoughtsofsteel to find my videos.
Best wishes and keep writing :-)
to the roadtrip and the friends who will be on it.
The title isn't bad grammar, just read to figure it out :)
Remember to thank [and love] the gardener, whoever it may be.
Feelings on goodbyes endings, and such.
Just something I felt like writing after thinking about the story challenge "tattoo"
something about trying again
How it feels to grow up before you are ready. Feelings of a girl who is leaving for college but doesn't think she's ready. *fiction*
This is sort of something that I wrote for today's prompt.
It's exams week and I'm procrastinating because I've had too many mental breakdowns in the last week and I don't need any more.
Pasta , I cook you. I season you . Yet , you leave me quickly. Pasta, you are the gate-keeper of my adulthood .The first dish , I cooked on my own .
commonly (n.) cosmetics, but also (n.) constitution, and more importantly (v.) to forgive.
because society needs to teach more of the last two
a quick haiku to see how this site works. not a happy poem
What did you believe in as a child? What do you still?