Final Notice

Angsty poetry cuz I never grew up and never will.

Clone

She's a fucking dilettante

Protocol

When the muse becomes a fuse, light that bitch up and run

Profess

Do you ever read something and feel like it's written just for you?

Hawk

I always feel like somebody's watching me...

Over Bid

I told him I loved him and then I failed to exist....

House Arrest

It's March? Fuck. Still love him...

Castaway

I wrote this freestyle for my Instagram but felt like it belonged here...

Lingering

My walls are thick and dusty but he's breaking through

Besotted

Bedroom poetry

Veil

Poem + digiart

Between The Lines

These non-rhymes I do are a rare event. Hope you like! πŸ™‚

Mirror

To whom does his words belong

God’s Painting You

God's drawing a painting and it's you before my eyes

Ash

Freestyle rhyme about mistakes and those who dwell amongst them

Tension

After midnight freestyle

Blue (Spoken word with guitar)

Spoken word!!!!!!

Hello, Excuse Me

Hello excuse me, uhhh sir, no don't go *sigh* (Are we doing digital lovers yet? Plug me in)

Being

A complete freestyle

Words Like Bullets

Words fire like bullets

Nightlight

Hope is a fragile thing

CONFUSION FRONT AND CENTER

His indecision is final / I am the Goddess of Confusion

Feathers

Dark places, dark thoughts, freestyle ache

Commute

Freestyle midday rhyme about depression and love

Connections

We are a modern-day Romeo and Juliet; I just hope we get a better ending, they died... (a freestyle flow)

Narrow Views

We haven't learned a thing...

Landslide

His heart is cold and dilapidated πŸ–•

Holy Hour

Poetry is sacred

The Kiss

Dreaming of his kiss...

Truth Comes Hard

Truth makes noise (early morning ramble + snap)

Poetic Ramblings For The One

Friday afternoon freestyle freeform πŸ™‚ + a few added snaps because it's my birthday weekend!!! πŸ˜ƒ

Vessel

Poem about love and devotion, the greatest subject of all. 😚

Endless Love

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!!!

Age of Reason

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!!

Sad Empty Pathetic Lives

a private poem from my vault to share for April Poetry Month (raw & untouched freestyle)

Heart Failure

A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.