A poem about growing up and adolescence :) Hope you enjoy! <3 (Also posted on Instagram at @moonwakewords)
𝔸 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪: 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
A grumpy inanimate object tries to save a household on fire, doing everything it can to be noticed.
I can't stop mourning the kiss they never had, reverent innocence, seventeen, lost.
My story isn’t unique but it’s mine.
...is it?
> in which i vent my anxiety and stress about what is to come
About the disappointment and anger that comes with adulthood
If you could not see the light of tomorrow, what would you do?
By lividsoul
Heads-up! Here's a (naturistic) poem for that secret crush you got.
Astonished how a 6-letter sentence
would be such a pivotal shift in my life.
Just writing down what bittersweet nostalgia feels like to me.
I wish you never began dating and learned to have more fun first. I wish you never allowed yourself to stress that boy freshman year of high school because it changed you. I wish you never even gave ...
Love and anatomy. Growing apart as you grow up. A perpetual existential crisis. Waking up to a new world and realizing you wasted the best years of your youth.
On of the first poems I ever wrote. Kind of an homage to my fifth and sixth grade years.
This poem is a self-portrait. How I grow from a child to an emerging butterfly.
A poem about growing up and adolescence :) Hope you enjoy! <3 (Also posted on Instagram at @moonwakewords)
𝔸 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪: 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
A grumpy inanimate object tries to save a household on fire, doing everything it can to be noticed.
I can't stop mourning the kiss they never had, reverent innocence, seventeen, lost.
My story isn’t unique but it’s mine.
...is it?
> in which i vent my anxiety and stress about what is to come
About the disappointment and anger that comes with adulthood
If you could not see the light of tomorrow, what would you do?
By lividsoul
Heads-up! Here's a (naturistic) poem for that secret crush you got.
Astonished how a 6-letter sentence
would be such a pivotal shift in my life.
Just writing down what bittersweet nostalgia feels like to me.
I wish you never began dating and learned to have more fun first. I wish you never allowed yourself to stress that boy freshman year of high school because it changed you. I wish you never even gave ...
Love and anatomy. Growing apart as you grow up. A perpetual existential crisis. Waking up to a new world and realizing you wasted the best years of your youth.
On of the first poems I ever wrote. Kind of an homage to my fifth and sixth grade years.
This poem is a self-portrait. How I grow from a child to an emerging butterfly.