Young Writers Society

To my second born, my little Lily Pad <3

i feel every piece of my existence/i am nothing more than stardust

Hello, I wrote this spontaneously so it's probably not great. May wind up taking it down anyway. Guess we'll see.

late night conversations with the moon.

we swallow the pill, sit back, and look pretty-- all while they judge us, corrupt us, and undermine us.

9/11

I am the heart, the nervous system, the lungs, bones, blood and skin.

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Today, I can't wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow is my birthday. But that's not why I'm excited.

I know, Wrong person, wrong time. But still, stars an audience to my tears.

May Poem Collection!

Definitely did not cry writing this... Oh well~ Enjoy!

poetry about mountains and liminal spaces

Written to process grief. I was in a very dark place when I wrote this.

This is a poem about someone I know