Death will select your door to knock on.
A million pathways into my heart. All pictures, minus the first, are my own; yes, my foot is tiny.
Not a poem (seems like i have lost my poetic touch lol) Just some nonsense which i enjoyed while writing :) Thanks for reading <3
Iraq war and a depiction of what the soldiers faced
Next poem named Diamonds Shine will be Wednesday morning
He gives me pretty green buds instead of roses; me and his friends, no top, in a foreign
'For Something I’d Done' was adapted from an online diary made on the 15th of September 2014 relating to a recently suffered nightmare, which was subsequently embellished and versified. Image from Sep...
the beginning of an era; the first poem to grace the pages of my journal; Streets.
A million pathways into my heart. All pictures, minus the first, are my own; yes, my foot is tiny.
Not a poem (seems like i have lost my poetic touch lol) Just some nonsense which i enjoyed while writing :) Thanks for reading <3
Iraq war and a depiction of what the soldiers faced
Next poem named Diamonds Shine will be Wednesday morning
He gives me pretty green buds instead of roses; me and his friends, no top, in a foreign
'For Something I’d Done' was adapted from an online diary made on the 15th of September 2014 relating to a recently suffered nightmare, which was subsequently embellished and versified. Image from Sep...
the beginning of an era; the first poem to grace the pages of my journal; Streets.