Hello excuse me, uhhh sir, no don't go *sigh* (Are we doing digital lovers yet? Plug me in)
A complete freestyle
Stuffs. Micropoetry mostly. Writings I hadn't intended to share. Trashy treasures.
Hope is a fragile thing
His indecision is final / I am the Goddess of Confusion
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!!!
This is not my best writing, but it comes from a real place of fear as I battle depression and suicidal tendencies. Trigger warning.
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.
I imagine getting pulled into a black hole must feel exactly like depression and anxiety.
If we don't take chances then who will?
Why are simple things so hard to find?
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
We need a dose of love or something man... A POEM
a private poem from my vault to share for April Poetry Month (raw & untouched freestyle)
how many lies do you tell yourself when you lie awake in the bed at night? A poem.
How to kill a heart (a poem; not an actual recipe- or is it? 🤔)
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