A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
This was written in hopes of illustrating that something (or someone) does not lose its value just because it's damaged. Enjoy!
After working throughout the day online, I went to take some rest after dinner.
The kettle was making lots of noise. I sighed in frustration because I had finally gotten comfortable on the couch. "I'm coming!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "Hurry up!" Cries the kettle. "Th...
I am a purple table. A square purple table. My owner never officially give me a name. She just call me the purple table. She bought me in a neighborhood furniture shop and brought me with her to live ...
Memories are hard imprints in our minds and are even worse once they hold the permission to hurt us.
(Lowkey thriller but not really 🤥)
I decided to write a short poem as a catalyst to get me to write more poems. This is that poem.
A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
This was written in hopes of illustrating that something (or someone) does not lose its value just because it's damaged. Enjoy!
After working throughout the day online, I went to take some rest after dinner.
The kettle was making lots of noise. I sighed in frustration because I had finally gotten comfortable on the couch. "I'm coming!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "Hurry up!" Cries the kettle. "Th...
I am a purple table. A square purple table. My owner never officially give me a name. She just call me the purple table. She bought me in a neighborhood furniture shop and brought me with her to live ...
Memories are hard imprints in our minds and are even worse once they hold the permission to hurt us.
(Lowkey thriller but not really 🤥)
I decided to write a short poem as a catalyst to get me to write more poems. This is that poem.