A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
one like for coffee and tea = a slap in the face for drugs
"those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it" - g. santayana
Hello everyone, I was inspired to write this poem after watching a heroin addict talk about her life. I hope you enjoy this poem.
#5 in my Phobia Series. I haven't written many stories, so apologies, but this is a short story about 'coulrophobia'. (Also, the British English version of sidewalk being pavement.) Thank you. :) <3
A tanka tale about what we don't discuss. Sorry this isn't happy.
An enduring/consuming passion. 3rd piece of #TimetoRevive series on alcohol & drug addiction with @jinxedquill
just another fictional heartbreak poem; thank you for 4k! (how???) 😭
a short poem about addiction and a short story about my uncle who recently passed away. thank you for reading <3
engulfed by the smoke; this poem is kinda fiction and kinda non fiction in some parts.
Addiction. Learn to appreciate the small things! Smile for the little things!
TW: Suicide, Self-Harm
Disclaimer: A work of fiction, I'm doing well.
A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
one like for coffee and tea = a slap in the face for drugs
"those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it" - g. santayana
Hello everyone, I was inspired to write this poem after watching a heroin addict talk about her life. I hope you enjoy this poem.
#5 in my Phobia Series. I haven't written many stories, so apologies, but this is a short story about 'coulrophobia'. (Also, the British English version of sidewalk being pavement.) Thank you. :) <3
A tanka tale about what we don't discuss. Sorry this isn't happy.
An enduring/consuming passion. 3rd piece of #TimetoRevive series on alcohol & drug addiction with @jinxedquill
just another fictional heartbreak poem; thank you for 4k! (how???) 😭
a short poem about addiction and a short story about my uncle who recently passed away. thank you for reading <3
engulfed by the smoke; this poem is kinda fiction and kinda non fiction in some parts.
Addiction. Learn to appreciate the small things! Smile for the little things!
TW: Suicide, Self-Harm
Disclaimer: A work of fiction, I'm doing well.