Angsty poetry cuz I never grew up and never will.
She's a fucking dilettante
When the muse becomes a fuse, light that bitch up and run
Do you ever read something and feel like it's written just for you?
I always feel like somebody's watching me...
I told him I loved him and then I failed to exist....
It's March? Fuck. Still love him...
I wrote this freestyle for my Instagram but felt like it belonged here...
My walls are thick and dusty but he's breaking through
Poem + digiart
These non-rhymes I do are a rare event. Hope you like! 🙂
To whom does his words belong
God's drawing a painting and it's you before my eyes
Freestyle rhyme about mistakes and those who dwell amongst them
After midnight freestyle
Hello excuse me, uhhh sir, no don't go *sigh* (Are we doing digital lovers yet? Plug me in)
A complete freestyle
Words fire like bullets
Hope is a fragile thing
His indecision is final / I am the Goddess of Confusion
Love and starlight
Dark places, dark thoughts, freestyle ache
Freestyle midday rhyme about depression and love
We are a modern-day Romeo and Juliet; I just hope we get a better ending, they died... (a freestyle flow)
We haven't learned a thing...
His heart is cold and dilapidated 🖕
Poetry is sacred
Everyone thinks they got me figured out
Dreaming of his kiss...
Truth makes noise (early morning ramble + snap)
Friday afternoon freestyle freeform 🙂 + a few added snaps because it's my birthday weekend!!! 😃
Poem about love and devotion, the greatest subject of all. 😚
Do you guys meditate? This is the equivalent of me sitting in a circle with stone and giving us a journey to travel on... Freshly written this morning, freestyle. It was meant to be a non-rhyme but oh well, a bit seeped out. I hope you like!!!
I'm starting to believe them when they say "ignorance is bliss"... knowing things suck! This poem was written in freestyle, I like giving myself the freedom to flow. Age of reason, no doubt!!
Try my love on and wear it awhile.
a poem about trying to forget
If we don't take chances then who will?
a private poem from my vault to share for April Poetry Month (raw & untouched freestyle)
A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.
I'm going to get that picture to you soon... (a freeform poem)