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

Writings On My Wall

Stuffs. Micropoetry mostly. Writings I hadn't intended to share. Trashy treasures.

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!!!

I’m So Scared

This is not my best writing, but it comes from a real place of fear as I battle depression and suicidal tendencies. Trigger warning.

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!!

Event Horizon

I imagine getting pulled into a black hole must feel exactly like depression and anxiety.

Pieces

Here, here are all the pieces I've donated them to you For you to assemble and mend I've signed all official forms & releases Your package will soon be in view It's stamped and addressed to you my friend Hopefully you can teach me what peace is My heart is now yours to attend to … Continue reading Pieces

Sad Empty Pathetic Lives

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

Ingredients for Ruin

How to kill a heart (a poem; not an actual recipe- or is it? πŸ€”)