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!
My life, is a bottle trapped with emotions
I miss my tiny human and I'm not sure where she went.
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!
My life, is a bottle trapped with emotions
I miss my tiny human and I'm not sure where she went.
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.