Teardrop stains on a starry night
From fallen jewels once in the sky...
this one's for my dad, thank you for everything <33
(im currently obsessed with flowers :p)
a small poem about forgetting and dementia, as both of my grandmothers have it. it's always been a guilt of mine not to be able to spend more time with them before they forget everything. thank you fo...
Ah, the sky--once again you've proven to be the only thing I write about!
The black puffs of my breath sticks to your dewy green smile. And as I hold your hand, I hope that you never see the rust that is setting in your eyes.
this was meant to be poetic idk. but i wrote it on a whim (like i write all my poems). it was inspired by well.. fog obviously lol.
Written while waking up this morning. A good way to start the day
Sometimes we have to move on from the sweetest moments to cherish them as memories.
This poem is written on the occasion of going to a trek amongst the hills of India, where for the first time it was possible for me to take a picture of a butterfly, sitting on a leaf, without blurrin...
Teardrop stains on a starry night
From fallen jewels once in the sky...
this one's for my dad, thank you for everything <33
(im currently obsessed with flowers :p)
a small poem about forgetting and dementia, as both of my grandmothers have it. it's always been a guilt of mine not to be able to spend more time with them before they forget everything. thank you fo...
Ah, the sky--once again you've proven to be the only thing I write about!
The black puffs of my breath sticks to your dewy green smile. And as I hold your hand, I hope that you never see the rust that is setting in your eyes.
this was meant to be poetic idk. but i wrote it on a whim (like i write all my poems). it was inspired by well.. fog obviously lol.
Written while waking up this morning. A good way to start the day
Sometimes we have to move on from the sweetest moments to cherish them as memories.
This poem is written on the occasion of going to a trek amongst the hills of India, where for the first time it was possible for me to take a picture of a butterfly, sitting on a leaf, without blurrin...