Writing is my favorite thing to do, here's another for you 🙂
Round me up as bedrock for your feet (a freestyle)
Words can either move mountains or dig graves (a collection of ideas)
Lies and blood are guaranteed
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Rhyming poetry (it's kinda my thang)
The answer is always the same.
RHYMING POETRY. Or maybe written confessions.
Heavy prices have been paid
Maybe my heart is a diaphanous veil
I was rotten until he turned me into something beautiful. He is magic. (Freestyle poetry)
There are armies bleeding tears which swell and swallow whole moons (freestyle poetry)
Promote yourself here
original poem + digiart
My love, why do you let the wind whisper doubt in your ear?
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
He says you are nothing but does with a sweat
Uggg I hate when a somebody tries to make me feel like a nobody freestyle poetic rant
Your words have sharp edges
What are dreams but avenues of despair
There's a dim dot glowing...
I mean, how many ways can I spell F U C K YOU
A battle between depression and unrequited love
Going, going, gone
Closer than you know
Poetry and thoughts about longing.
Freshly written. Shed a tear or two.
Just a little love poem + digiart
Forever his guardian angel
short rhyme + digiart (but is it art?)
There's so much of you and so little of me
In love with his darkness
Digital poetry / real love
You keep haunting me
Trigger warning. Themes of depression, cutting, and suicide.
They say when someone rescues you, you become indebted to them forever. It's true.
Just my love
A poem about how he destroyed his greatest love of all (and yet love survived)
I try to forget him but then the sky shows colors of his eyes and beard. He's everywhere yet nowhere.
Saline tears, darkest fears
I need you forever
For the one I adore
Until him I had no worth
...We create storms
He once called me his angel and queen. Now I'm just a has-been.
No filter Monday!! Ahem. Selfies in isolation. Open for a scare.
Angsty poetry cuz I never grew up and never will.
Hello out there. Can you feel me? Could you ever love me?
She's a fucking dilettante
When the muse becomes a fuse, light that bitch up and run
Ghosting 2.0 (I miss him and need him)
My favorite colors are you
Do you ever read something and feel like it's written just for you?
You bring light in (when can I see your face again)
The future is missing any sun
Doubt was sound asleep and dreaming
I always feel like somebody's watching me...
Lust is easy. Love takes courage.
Where do I put the love? The world is ending but I still love you. Where are you?
Narcissism. Longing. Unrequited love.
Sending love (I think) during this mandatory social distancing
Can't sleep, wrote some song lyrics
Do you ever feel like someone's speaking directly to you even if they're not? (It gets me in trouble)
This poem IS NOT about the guy I'm crazy in love with.
I don't know how to stop loving him or whoever he is
I told him I loved him and then I failed to exist....
He played me. My heart died.
Broken thoughts, miniature words, endless sorrow
I'll drop your heart in the lost and found
Learnings and hard earnings
Maybe I'm not what they need
Despair is starting to fill the love boat.
He's got a black heart
Some things aren't what they seem
Another unrequited 3 AM love poem, for the one, the haunting ghost in my life
I love him
I needed to vent via rhyme (themes of depression & suicide / possible trigger warning)
An anti-love poem in under 20 words
Starting to get some warm days back in Florida, woo. New micropoem. 😊
It's March? Fuck. Still love him...
Sorry's come with sorrow
I wrote this freestyle for my Instagram but felt like it belonged here...
My walls are thick and dusty but he's breaking through
I need him like air too...
Crooning for his love...
She wants you to taste her innocence
An angel dies in hell trying to save a demon she loved
I'm a fool for love
An entirely long, Saturday morning freestyle for the one I love... Excuses and roses ❤
He's been crucified and his name three times denied
Confusion front-and-center but love is the answer...
I make decisions I know I'll regret later (but this isn't one of them)
I love him
She's a pyramid scheme
A signal straight from my heart to yours (Happy Valentines)
Staring at the sun isn't very smart...
Poem + digiart