A poem for mother's day (yes, I know it's super cheesy and yes, technically where I live mother's day doesn't start for another hour, but whatever, I'm posting this anyway.)
It's a delicate balance, the fight between light and dark.
I officially have 100 followers! This is a poem to celebrate that.
Definitely not based off anything I've experienced in the past.
I don't have many friends anymore. TW - this is not a happy poem. I promise happier things will come soon, probably.
A poem I wrote in the midst of a million emotions.
You keep asking me when you'll be enough, yet you already are. Warning: this is a pretty long poem.
Based on a real-life experience. Inspired by a few Twenty One Pilots songs. TW - suicide.
A poem about identity. I wrote this in between a few projects I'm working on, I hope you'll enjoy reading it! This is also my submission for prompt 1 in the @stitchastory identity contest.
My thoughts hurt more than words ever could. I went a bit lazy with formatting but whatever.
Your words are like a flower, broken at the stem.
Sometimes lying hurts more than the truth. Inspired by the song "Honest" by Nico Collins.
A poem for mother's day (yes, I know it's super cheesy and yes, technically where I live mother's day doesn't start for another hour, but whatever, I'm posting this anyway.)
It's a delicate balance, the fight between light and dark.
I officially have 100 followers! This is a poem to celebrate that.
Definitely not based off anything I've experienced in the past.
I don't have many friends anymore. TW - this is not a happy poem. I promise happier things will come soon, probably.
A poem I wrote in the midst of a million emotions.
You keep asking me when you'll be enough, yet you already are. Warning: this is a pretty long poem.
Based on a real-life experience. Inspired by a few Twenty One Pilots songs. TW - suicide.
A poem about identity. I wrote this in between a few projects I'm working on, I hope you'll enjoy reading it! This is also my submission for prompt 1 in the @stitchastory identity contest.
My thoughts hurt more than words ever could. I went a bit lazy with formatting but whatever.
Your words are like a flower, broken at the stem.
Sometimes lying hurts more than the truth. Inspired by the song "Honest" by Nico Collins.