A poem about growing up and adolescence :) Hope you enjoy! <3 (Also posted on Instagram at @moonwakewords)
a short poem <3 | i'm back! (until i disappear again haha)
This is part 1 of the several prompts from a previous post titled “Help!”.
A haiku tale of young adventure and days long gone.
Many moons ago, I posted my bucket list to be completed before I graduate. Here is an update. Enjoy!
Something I wrote for the daily challenge. Although it's not so much a "discovery" it's more like a re-discovery :)
Here is yet another entry of mine into Commaful's Scream horror story contest. Once again, I hope you enjoy it!
The start of this storyy. I wish there were more categories--
But next one will be posted at 22 likes!
Sorry for the length-- I thought that spot was better, but it does make it kinda short.
But the next part {which should be longer} will be posted once this one gets to 25 likes!
How do we live when we were once plantations? (Also not my best work)
Sometimes I feel like dirt without any worth There's been so much hurt it's like a curse
It Grew Where The People Told It To. It Followed Other Peoples' Expectations. It Knew The Soil Wasn't The Best. But The Roots Has Already Grown.
A poem about growing up and adolescence :) Hope you enjoy! <3 (Also posted on Instagram at @moonwakewords)
a short poem <3 | i'm back! (until i disappear again haha)
This is part 1 of the several prompts from a previous post titled “Help!”.
A haiku tale of young adventure and days long gone.
Many moons ago, I posted my bucket list to be completed before I graduate. Here is an update. Enjoy!
Something I wrote for the daily challenge. Although it's not so much a "discovery" it's more like a re-discovery :)
Here is yet another entry of mine into Commaful's Scream horror story contest. Once again, I hope you enjoy it!
The start of this storyy. I wish there were more categories--
But next one will be posted at 22 likes!
Sorry for the length-- I thought that spot was better, but it does make it kinda short.
But the next part {which should be longer} will be posted once this one gets to 25 likes!
How do we live when we were once plantations? (Also not my best work)
Sometimes I feel like dirt without any worth There's been so much hurt it's like a curse
It Grew Where The People Told It To. It Followed Other Peoples' Expectations. It Knew The Soil Wasn't The Best. But The Roots Has Already Grown.