I held you your first minutes on this Earth
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 :-)
Westley xx 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" 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* something about trying again 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?
Copyright 2019 © by miyasmind All rights reserved. Stand up for what's right! Or don't? It's just an existential crisis that's lasting a lifetime + time really stresses me out + this piece was born after watching the last episode of the first generation (aka the end of season 2) of Skins... My one promise I made to myself when I was young was to never allow myself to grow up,