A poem about growing up and adolescence :) Hope you enjoy! <3 (Also posted on Instagram at @moonwakewords)
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I can't stop mourning the kiss they never had, reverent innocence, seventeen, lost.
...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.
Just writing down what bittersweet nostalgia feels like to me.
Astonished how a 6-letter sentence
would be such a pivotal shift in my life.
A grumpy inanimate object tries to save a household on fire, doing everything it can to be noticed.
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.
My story isnβt unique but itβs mine.
On of the first poems I ever wrote. Kind of an homage to my fifth and sixth grade years.
My life consists of captured memories, this is one of them
Billy the dinosaur loves rock music. He loves rock music but his parents do too and he hates that they do. He wants Springsteen to himself, his wandering heart aching for motorcycle rides in the deser...
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)
πΈ π₯π£πππ ππͺ: ππππππ πππππ πππππππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ πππ ππππππ πππππππππ
I can't stop mourning the kiss they never had, reverent innocence, seventeen, lost.
...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.
Just writing down what bittersweet nostalgia feels like to me.
Astonished how a 6-letter sentence
would be such a pivotal shift in my life.
A grumpy inanimate object tries to save a household on fire, doing everything it can to be noticed.
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.
My story isnβt unique but itβs mine.
On of the first poems I ever wrote. Kind of an homage to my fifth and sixth grade years.
My life consists of captured memories, this is one of them
Billy the dinosaur loves rock music. He loves rock music but his parents do too and he hates that they do. He wants Springsteen to himself, his wandering heart aching for motorcycle rides in the deser...
This poem is a self-portrait. How I grow from a child to an emerging butterfly.