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 :-)
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" 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* 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. That moment when we witness our illusion collapse, when the ideals of a strong and stable lifestyle crumble to the ground it changes our perception of the world forever.
I have a spoken word version ...