A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy!
This is just a poem I made for the daily prompt based on a song I was listening to :)
"we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept." - bridgett devoue
A poem. (Kind of dark tho, would not recommend if you're struggling with mental health)
Motivation for those of you who lack self-confidence like myself. We CAN do this!
When one allows to be forgotten, it could mean they've forgiven
No matter what knocks you down get up off the ground. No matter the lambasting sounds that come from the proud. I hope someone finds something motivational in this.
A short poem on my thoughts of the term 'Baby Steps' (FEATURED)
I got some people to DM me a blurb they wrote. I will honor my promise and publish them.
Mr. Christopher Stevenson is a parapsychologist. He studies paranormal activities in Paranormal Inc., an organization for studying paranormal incidents.
the fourth in a series of poems about love, written by someone who's never truly felt it
A collaboration of forty-six on dreams both dreary and delightful! Enjoy!
This is just a poem I made for the daily prompt based on a song I was listening to :)
"we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept." - bridgett devoue
A poem. (Kind of dark tho, would not recommend if you're struggling with mental health)
Motivation for those of you who lack self-confidence like myself. We CAN do this!
When one allows to be forgotten, it could mean they've forgiven
No matter what knocks you down get up off the ground. No matter the lambasting sounds that come from the proud. I hope someone finds something motivational in this.
A short poem on my thoughts of the term 'Baby Steps' (FEATURED)
I got some people to DM me a blurb they wrote. I will honor my promise and publish them.
Mr. Christopher Stevenson is a parapsychologist. He studies paranormal activities in Paranormal Inc., an organization for studying paranormal incidents.
the fourth in a series of poems about love, written by someone who's never truly felt it