'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me.' What happens when this is refuted? (My first story on this platform! <3)
'In the darkness I fall, in the darkness I stay.' - C.C. Morgen. What happens when your imagination turns twisted? Warped, even?
The taste of tomorrow was a promise.
A dark heart can still feel light.
'Never mistake my silence for weakness. No one plans a murder out loud.' When the line blurs between reality and make-believe, what happens next? (Final part! <3)
The power of paper and ink.
You can be whatever you want to be.
What happens when two writers find each other and form a deep connection?...
Random thoughts after I read ‘ink blots ‘ as ink blossom ‘
Discovering what you believe!
I wrote this a while ago for somebody who didn't deserve to be written about. I write in pencil now.
Poem about self-love and ink.
An opinion on how image should be perceived.
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a dream turned love letter
trying not to feel // syl x
Drawings done during afternoon commute, 2017
Unwasted; Ink reclaimed
"I am a voice with a pen,
Using the ink in my heart
As it bleeds out..."