Perhaps Justitia is only a sculpture now, because you too can't deny that at times, justice is biased.
Our love was a cover, just another masquerade, "smile for the cameras", "pretend for the stage" When was it that my skin became a costume, when my hips slipped so easily into a mould, when I folded my...
Who gets to tell your story? (Originally made for a university assignment!)
the familiar mask we all use to hide our true personalities and features is hard to get rid of
Heartbreaking news just keeps appearing; Rip to Chadwick Boseman, Minnie, Naya rivera, Victims of police brutality, victims of the beirut explosion; and everyone :( <3 ; My condolences go out to you a...
Something in 5-7-5 syllable format for the daily prompt....
This is probably the oldest poem I've ever written and I made it at three in the morning with a broken heart. I made it way back in high school, originally for an assignment. I gave it a lil edit cuz ...
Day 242 of a Year of Prompts! This is a slightly different style than what I've done recently. It has more of a song format than a poem format.
The fear for night and darkness. The bad things that could happen outside...
This was me last night.
Perhaps Justitia is only a sculpture now, because you too can't deny that at times, justice is biased.
Our love was a cover, just another masquerade, "smile for the cameras", "pretend for the stage" When was it that my skin became a costume, when my hips slipped so easily into a mould, when I folded my...
Who gets to tell your story? (Originally made for a university assignment!)
the familiar mask we all use to hide our true personalities and features is hard to get rid of
Heartbreaking news just keeps appearing; Rip to Chadwick Boseman, Minnie, Naya rivera, Victims of police brutality, victims of the beirut explosion; and everyone :( <3 ; My condolences go out to you a...
Something in 5-7-5 syllable format for the daily prompt....
This is probably the oldest poem I've ever written and I made it at three in the morning with a broken heart. I made it way back in high school, originally for an assignment. I gave it a lil edit cuz ...
Day 242 of a Year of Prompts! This is a slightly different style than what I've done recently. It has more of a song format than a poem format.
The fear for night and darkness. The bad things that could happen outside...
This was me last night.