one day,
she will emerge
out of her chrysalis
and unfold her
wings of freedom.
A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy!
I miss my tiny human and I'm not sure where she went.
My life, is a bottle trapped with emotions
Always it gives some power to be quiet and handle everything and bear everything and run out of control! this is y word of how I feel of that everyday!
Well... hope I didn't mess it up too much... but I was dared to do this so here we go!
16+ (bad language) and TW! A spoken word poem on mental health and depression, and about being a teenager nowadays. Thank you for reading! <3
That night I was crawling through the dirt Through the tears on my face and blood on my shirt
the world disappeared beneath those nonchalant skies and waning moonlight... [ this one makes no sense ]
A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
we watch lights
scintillating,
till darkness rips open the beckoning silence... [about the feeling of emptiness]
A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
A collaboration of forty on a very scenic subject! Enjoy!
I'm warning you before you read my story: It won't end well.
one day,
she will emerge
out of her chrysalis
and unfold her
wings of freedom.
A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy!
I miss my tiny human and I'm not sure where she went.
My life, is a bottle trapped with emotions
Always it gives some power to be quiet and handle everything and bear everything and run out of control! this is y word of how I feel of that everyday!
Well... hope I didn't mess it up too much... but I was dared to do this so here we go!
16+ (bad language) and TW! A spoken word poem on mental health and depression, and about being a teenager nowadays. Thank you for reading! <3
That night I was crawling through the dirt Through the tears on my face and blood on my shirt
the world disappeared beneath those nonchalant skies and waning moonlight... [ this one makes no sense ]
A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
we watch lights
scintillating,
till darkness rips open the beckoning silence... [about the feeling of emptiness]
A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
A collaboration of forty on a very scenic subject! Enjoy!
I'm warning you before you read my story: It won't end well.