The Sound of Nature
Nature is beautiful
Nature is beautiful
A poem about dreams, identity, and change.
garlic and gasoline is what mustard gas is supposed to smell like, they used it in WWI. TW: Slight Gore
It's an old work but it's my favorite poem!! No matter how many times I read this, it always gives me goosebumps >_
A Bio project about ecological succession and rejuvenation
They finally said .....
I wish I was born somewhere else and not here
Dear Evelyn - words cannot describe.
My first poem
Nobody even remembers my birthday. It doesn't hurt because they live as though I never existed.
Please stop fighting, it's hurting me
A descent into nihilism, despair, and existential anguish, where the desire for death collides with a fragile, defiant devotion to life.
The mirror of a girl's past
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
Nostalgia song