My Old Sixth Grade Nature Poem
An old poem that was hiding in my files: Written for a sixth grade homework assignment.
An old poem that was hiding in my files: Written for a sixth grade homework assignment.
Nature is beautiful
garlic and gasoline is what mustard gas is supposed to smell like, they used it in WWI. TW: Slight Gore
My first poem
The mirror of a girl's past
Nostalgia song
About an experience I had on a mission trip in Romania, and being surrounded by a very conservative group of people, including family.
A reflection on childhood, feeling of being left behind, and realizing that sometimes, the love we spent years waiting shall begin ourselves.
Not everyone is who they seems to be
My favorite piece of what I’ve been working on recently
i would hold and cradle you till the end of the world
A little piece of why i write and all the things i can't always say🖤
Trying to survive highschool and wishing I'd done something different.
This is my true love story, and I hope you guys like it!
to those who has to live with infinite melancholia