Yeps
More Rare Than Kings
Yeps
Yeps
There's always danger chasing treasure but he's worth the risks
I need some time alone can't get a day
He's the reason I am viral
You don't have to keep searching, you don't have to keep hurting
Spaghettified by your verse
I'm slowly chipping away at the madness
Love he sends
Poetry, journal entries, secrets and confessions
Several short rhyming poems with anger as a theme!
What happened to your spirit
Poems for a penny
Rhyming poetry + cat photos (meet Annie)!
Probably the sweetest love poem I've ever written.
How To Stop Loving Me
We're on towers burning bridges, losing hours and our riches
I miss coming up for air (a freestyle)
a little blues
Round me up as bedrock for your feet (a freestyle)
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)
original poem + digiart
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
Your words have sharp edges
There's a dim dot glowing...
A battle between depression and unrequited love
For the one I adore
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
Can't sleep, wrote some song lyrics
I told him I loved him and then I failed to exist....
Broken thoughts, miniature words, endless sorrow
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
Bedroom poetry
These non-rhymes I do are a rare event. Hope you like! ๐
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
Obsession yo, on all fronts
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)