A collaboration of fifty-six on lingering, longing love! Enjoy!
An allegorical poem I wrote for all the black people out there who have been and still are struggling because of their skin color. Black lives matter, as well as that white butterfly.
Beautiful and s...
A poem dedicated to the victims of police brutality. (Rewritten) #blm
A collaboration of fifty-one on life's journey and the road back home! Enjoy! <3
The first part of a collaboration of fifty-eight on creative connections between the wondrous worlds and precious people around us! Enjoy!
The second part of a collaboration of fifty-eight on creative connections between the wondrous worlds and ourselves! Enjoy!
they plucked the thorns from my nicest roses; until the wind gnawed my skin-
they'll run out of things to say someday ( yes, i do think writer's block as a crush on me )
My skin was like a paper plane gliding effortlessly on Summer's breeze
What is a tattoo? (Originally made for a university assignment!)
A friend of mine has been going through hardships, hence how this poem came to be
I'm really proud of my Asian heritage. More specifically, the colour of my skin. This is a poem about that and thank you for reading :) <3
A collaboration of fifty-six on lingering, longing love! Enjoy!
An allegorical poem I wrote for all the black people out there who have been and still are struggling because of their skin color. Black lives matter, as well as that white butterfly.
Beautiful and s...
A poem dedicated to the victims of police brutality. (Rewritten) #blm
A collaboration of fifty-one on life's journey and the road back home! Enjoy! <3
The first part of a collaboration of fifty-eight on creative connections between the wondrous worlds and precious people around us! Enjoy!
The second part of a collaboration of fifty-eight on creative connections between the wondrous worlds and ourselves! Enjoy!
they plucked the thorns from my nicest roses; until the wind gnawed my skin-
they'll run out of things to say someday ( yes, i do think writer's block as a crush on me )
My skin was like a paper plane gliding effortlessly on Summer's breeze
What is a tattoo? (Originally made for a university assignment!)
A friend of mine has been going through hardships, hence how this poem came to be
I'm really proud of my Asian heritage. More specifically, the colour of my skin. This is a poem about that and thank you for reading :) <3