Is growing up all that it's cracked up to be?
Haunted is about not being able to get over a former love and how thoughts, memories, and regrets can still linger in your mind for years to come.
Inspired by what is common of course. Single moms.
A new love! I made a fictional story with my art this time with current feelings. I completely forgot it had to be a story! 🎨
i hv a bio father but he is not in the picture, this was more of a free write based off true events :D
When I was little, I used to be terrified of the dark. I would see creatures in the shadows of the moonlight, and would always make my mom turn the bathroom light on to “ Fight the Monsters away.” My ...
A reflection of what happens when a story ends too soon.
A person watches a passing storm and reminisces over then and now
I wonder if you look at the stars speckled like dust in the sky, your fingers pointing, trying to count them.
Just a little something I wrote while falling in love.
Bulla reflects on her how her life has changed over the years.
Source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29156958
This is an Afrocentric poem focusing on the love of africans for music, romance, palmwine and also their respect for their ancestors.
Haunted is about not being able to get over a former love and how thoughts, memories, and regrets can still linger in your mind for years to come.
Inspired by what is common of course. Single moms.
A new love! I made a fictional story with my art this time with current feelings. I completely forgot it had to be a story! 🎨
i hv a bio father but he is not in the picture, this was more of a free write based off true events :D
When I was little, I used to be terrified of the dark. I would see creatures in the shadows of the moonlight, and would always make my mom turn the bathroom light on to “ Fight the Monsters away.” My ...
A reflection of what happens when a story ends too soon.
A person watches a passing storm and reminisces over then and now
I wonder if you look at the stars speckled like dust in the sky, your fingers pointing, trying to count them.
Just a little something I wrote while falling in love.
Bulla reflects on her how her life has changed over the years.
Source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29156958
This is an Afrocentric poem focusing on the love of africans for music, romance, palmwine and also their respect for their ancestors.