Why stop at my nose?
โญ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฐ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฑ ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ซ// Virelai nouveau written in alexandrins.
๐๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ซ @๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฑ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ โ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ โ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฅโ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ญโ...
"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, canโt seem to find beauty in themselves.
Read these words everyday, or repeat them to yourself by heart: no matter what you...
A poem based on the daily prompt word "melodramatic" about the fact that nothing in life is black and white.
Spent way too long on this but hereโs a dark love story featuring a puppet..
TW some blood/gore
A poem that was inspired by black and white photographs but turned into so much more
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?
Things are getting a bit more serious.
Plus, the eye reveal I promised (black and white)
i really like how this turned out. its actually half decent!
โญ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฐ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฑ ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ซ// Virelai nouveau written in alexandrins.
๐๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ซ @๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฑ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ โ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ โ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฅโ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ญโ...
"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, canโt seem to find beauty in themselves.
Read these words everyday, or repeat them to yourself by heart: no matter what you...
A poem based on the daily prompt word "melodramatic" about the fact that nothing in life is black and white.
Spent way too long on this but hereโs a dark love story featuring a puppet..
TW some blood/gore
A poem that was inspired by black and white photographs but turned into so much more
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?
Things are getting a bit more serious.
Plus, the eye reveal I promised (black and white)
i really like how this turned out. its actually half decent!