I miss my tiny human and I'm not sure where she went.
A collaboration of merited mantras with @charliesheldon! Enjoy!
A serial killer gets ready for his hunting session.
Your touch is so cold It tells me your heart is closed...
This pain is too much, it burrows too deep...
The roots of the earth lie deep within the hills.
~ R O O T ~ A lil' something about finding my identity. Thanks for reading!
The harsh reality hidden behind the masks of society.
so a while back i wrote a piece called confession of a teenage queer this is my revisit to it after hitting 21 enjoy x (I'll like the prequel in the comments)
Sunflower Musings: (poem from last year)
Everyone hopes to grow with love... but only some are strong enough to grow despite not having it.
She's uprooted our growing tree
A poem about my safe place that I go to during my guided imagery sessions. This took place during a trip to a small coastal town with my girlfriend.