fire flies
garlic and gasoline is what mustard gas is supposed to smell like, they used it in WWI. TW: Slight Gore
garlic and gasoline is what mustard gas is supposed to smell like, they used it in WWI. TW: Slight Gore
My first piece, it has some potentially triggering ideas
Please stop fighting, it's hurting me
A recollection of how it felt falling in love for the very first time.
A descent into nihilism, despair, and existential anguish, where the desire for death collides with a fragile, defiant devotion to life.
Something I wrote in uni after being inspired by a group roleplay performed by my friends as a part of the orientation program in the first week
Juggling all the sides there are to me
An artistic portrayal of my 3 am spiral..hope you enjoy reading it
to those who has to live with infinite melancholia
An experimental attempt at something for me. I try hard to translate my difficult ideas into engaging text. Unpolished, needs heavy editing.
just a short poem
Everyone has skeletons and things that one feels the need to keep hidden. But why let others use it to hold over us?
knees all scraped-up at the altar of something you never taught me
He taught me how to live. Now I’m learning how to write him into forever.