Very vivid memory of a morning long ago. Champorado and tuyo (chocolate porridge-thing and dried fish). I think it was the first time I figured out that things weren't all black and white or something...
Written when my thoughts felt most scattered. On the page this poem is meant to look very tidy and rhythmic. Unfortunately it doesn't fit the interface of this website though.
WARNING: this poem is about self harm. If that's something that triggers you I'd suggest staying away from this one. But if that's not something that triggers you...This is mostly unfinished but I jus...
A poem that I wrote, when I was on my lunch break. Not going to lie it was like a stream of consciousness.
You don't ever need to follow these lists. Take what you read, and twist the purpose.
Very vivid memory of a morning long ago. Champorado and tuyo (chocolate porridge-thing and dried fish). I think it was the first time I figured out that things weren't all black and white or something...
Written when my thoughts felt most scattered. On the page this poem is meant to look very tidy and rhythmic. Unfortunately it doesn't fit the interface of this website though.
WARNING: this poem is about self harm. If that's something that triggers you I'd suggest staying away from this one. But if that's not something that triggers you...This is mostly unfinished but I jus...
A poem that I wrote, when I was on my lunch break. Not going to lie it was like a stream of consciousness.
You don't ever need to follow these lists. Take what you read, and twist the purpose.