Why stop at my nose?
"Will you be the first to stay?"
A poem about BLM and keeping safe with your mental health. Thank you for reading! <3 #blacklivesmatter
Self-acceptance & self-love poem. For anyone who, just like me, at times, can’t seem to find beauty in themselves.
Read these words everyday, or repeat them to yourself by heart: no matter what you...
This poem was inspired by a photograph a friend shared with me. It was then written during one of our poetry writing sessions at our local coffee shop hotspot after work one day. The photo was black ...
Pure black and white don't really exist. Everything is painted in shades of grey. Or maybe it's bright and cheery?
Her eyes — the most complex masterpiece I could ever describe. Sweet and sorrowful eyes.
A story of living waking up drunk and sick something meaningless and repetitive
You never knew the full extent of feelings I had for you.
be a victor with no victims.
a present that listens
to both past and future.
Inspired by moonlight Sonata
Written at the 4th July, 2019
My skin is like an empty cup, Your hands are like a water drop,
You see the world in black and white While I see shades of grey.
Eve's backstory; the deception that tainted our hearts forever.
a few simple requests before you let me go, and one last promise before you forget.
"Will you be the first to stay?"
A poem about BLM and keeping safe with your mental health. Thank you for reading! <3 #blacklivesmatter
Self-acceptance & self-love poem. For anyone who, just like me, at times, can’t seem to find beauty in themselves.
Read these words everyday, or repeat them to yourself by heart: no matter what you...
This poem was inspired by a photograph a friend shared with me. It was then written during one of our poetry writing sessions at our local coffee shop hotspot after work one day. The photo was black ...
Pure black and white don't really exist. Everything is painted in shades of grey. Or maybe it's bright and cheery?
Her eyes — the most complex masterpiece I could ever describe. Sweet and sorrowful eyes.
A story of living waking up drunk and sick something meaningless and repetitive
You never knew the full extent of feelings I had for you.
be a victor with no victims.
a present that listens
to both past and future.
Inspired by moonlight Sonata
Written at the 4th July, 2019
My skin is like an empty cup, Your hands are like a water drop,
You see the world in black and white While I see shades of grey.
Eve's backstory; the deception that tainted our hearts forever.
a few simple requests before you let me go, and one last promise before you forget.