She's proud to be.
A short spoken word poem about new beginnings, adventure and learning to live fully. Thank you for reading <3
Part 1 of "I Do the Art Things", the series where I try to learn how to do the art things!
A poem about falling or flying in order to succeed for the weekly prompt.
This is a monologue that I wrote and might perform to an audience if I think it's good enough. When you read this, feel free to change the pronouns in your mind to tailor this monologue to yourself.
I...
Warning: This poem focuses on a psychological disorder and may be considered dark.
The pain caused by another.
A psychological change.
The consequences given has no range.
I don't like shaking when I...
lately i've been walking a path littered with stones.
An inspirational tanka story that highlights the sturdy nature of a man. The man might encounter adversities but he accepts them rather blissfully than watching his blood deprived of something that ot...
Your first day in my class is wonderfully strange.
This poem is about racism and equality as a whole.....
The Merchant of Venice.
Is a play, Shakespeare wrote.
The most agony I felt for while reading
Was for Shylock, who screamed desperately pleading...
Don't forget to think, sometimes it's as vital as air..
Thoughts need no words They flow
death /deth/
Where life begins,
where death has always been,
once when,
17
I was young, and the world was at my mercy. I dreamed of all the places I would go, the people I would meet. That all changed into "we" After I met you. Where would "we" go, who would "we" meet?
Phobias are serious issues.
Let's discuss that here.
Please remember to keep an open ear.
A short spoken word poem about new beginnings, adventure and learning to live fully. Thank you for reading <3
Part 1 of "I Do the Art Things", the series where I try to learn how to do the art things!
A poem about falling or flying in order to succeed for the weekly prompt.
This is a monologue that I wrote and might perform to an audience if I think it's good enough. When you read this, feel free to change the pronouns in your mind to tailor this monologue to yourself.
I...
Warning: This poem focuses on a psychological disorder and may be considered dark.
The pain caused by another.
A psychological change.
The consequences given has no range.
I don't like shaking when I...
lately i've been walking a path littered with stones.
An inspirational tanka story that highlights the sturdy nature of a man. The man might encounter adversities but he accepts them rather blissfully than watching his blood deprived of something that ot...
Your first day in my class is wonderfully strange.
This poem is about racism and equality as a whole.....
The Merchant of Venice.
Is a play, Shakespeare wrote.
The most agony I felt for while reading
Was for Shylock, who screamed desperately pleading...
Don't forget to think, sometimes it's as vital as air..
Thoughts need no words They flow
death /deth/
Where life begins,
where death has always been,
once when,
17
I was young, and the world was at my mercy. I dreamed of all the places I would go, the people I would meet. That all changed into "we" After I met you. Where would "we" go, who would "we" meet?
Phobias are serious issues.
Let's discuss that here.
Please remember to keep an open ear.