jenni321

I always seem to submit my poems into this category, cause I never know where they belong...This is something I wrote after my grandparents died, just kind of letting emotions ...

I wrote this poem at an art camp, it was an interesting prompt: describe your thought process. And we had 10 minutes to write it, so it turned out kind ...

It's been a while since I've posted, even though there hasn't been a day in weeks where I didn't write something...Reviews are loved and needed! Please and Thank you! Blurring ...

Sitting on the edge of the dock, she used the blade of the slip joint, now jiggling precariously in its handle, to dig the splinters from her fingers.

last night you scratched sins

An experiment with prose poetry. Also, psychiatrics.