Poem about how it feels to suffer from severe social anxiety.

A rewrite of the first poem I ever wrote back in 2009 (I was around 12). The class all got assigned a letter of the alphabet and naturally, I got Z. Instead of writing about a zebra or a zoo, I picked...

Based on a dream I had awhile back.

A re-write of Lost Memories. It's meant to try and capture the emotions one feels when chasing after an old memory, knowing that there's no way to go back. Unfortunately, that doesn't mean that the em...

Poem about my ex-girlfriend and our break-up. It was a long time ago, so the wounds have healed, but the poem was cathartic nonetheless.

My father passed in 2015. The first time I've written about him, and I'd like to think it's helped the grieving process.

I had a bit of an existential crisis, but after some soul-searching, I've figured things out. This poem had a lot to do with it.

Poem about a girl I like, but I'm too afraid to talk to her about it.

When it comes to the person you love, it should be about making them happy, not about you.

Based off of a true experience. I know I'll never meet her again, so I thought I'd immortalize her through this story.

It's too depressing to go out in public anymore. Too many happy people, too many missed

Millions of conversations unsaid, festering in my mind.

Just trying to turn a bad experience into something less painful.

I don't know what I'm doing. I just know that it's wrong.

Possible self-harm trigger warning. Just some abstract thoughts I've had these last few days in story form.

There's nothing worse than having a head full of thoughts and nobody to talk to about them...

I've been both people in this story. So terrified of hurting somebody who likes me, despite the fact that two people solving a problem is easier than isolation.

I couldn't sleep one night, so I wrote this.

After reading the book Norwegian Wood, I became inspired to write about a girl I used to love.

A little late, but I still want to share it (read the rest after reading the poem). Essentially, the poem romanticizes two points which meet, their past creating a circle. Their friends (other shapes...