This is what they tell me. I wish they'd shut up.
When adults heard my aspirations, they patted me on the head and smiled. "That's cute. Now what do you want your real job to be? You know, the one tha...
I'll fake my smile until I can breathe, feign my love until my heart beats.
What if they don't like it? The struggles of a poet like me.
Day seven of NaPoWriMo about combating body dysphoria.
I let my pen do the thinking and, uh... This happened, I guess. Enjoy!
Sometimes the fire flowing through my headphones makes me break out and dance in public, and people think it's weird. It shouldn't be.
I don't know what to think anymore.
I've been posting less often, so I'm sorry about that. I hope to get back into the groove of writing more.
Bathophobia: The fear of depth.
A fictional poem exploring the terrors of bathophobia. Requested by @areeba
Don't take your friends for granted. Before you know it, they'll be gone.
A poem explaining why I've been struggling to write peotry lately.
This is what they tell me. I wish they'd shut up.
When adults heard my aspirations, they patted me on the head and smiled. "That's cute. Now what do you want your real job to be? You know, the one tha...
I'll fake my smile until I can breathe, feign my love until my heart beats.
What if they don't like it? The struggles of a poet like me.
Day seven of NaPoWriMo about combating body dysphoria.
I let my pen do the thinking and, uh... This happened, I guess. Enjoy!
Sometimes the fire flowing through my headphones makes me break out and dance in public, and people think it's weird. It shouldn't be.
I don't know what to think anymore.
I've been posting less often, so I'm sorry about that. I hope to get back into the groove of writing more.
Bathophobia: The fear of depth.
A fictional poem exploring the terrors of bathophobia. Requested by @areeba
Don't take your friends for granted. Before you know it, they'll be gone.
A poem explaining why I've been struggling to write peotry lately.