The world is a one trick pony
Anchors or reason
A downward spiral we are cruising
Fish in the sea (freestyle poetry)
There's always danger chasing treasure but he's worth the risks
poem + poetry (contains mild nudity, not age restricted but maybe NSFW)
My psycho love is probably better than whatever is on TV
A collection of poems reflecting doubt and despair
Writing the most beautiful love poems of my life
A 20 word story
Ask my heart
The way we talk but never speak
Rhyme & despair
I miss coming up for air (a freestyle)
This is how to stop loving you
And ode straight from the pits of hell
An anti love poem freestyle rhyme 😄 (and my obsession with Mars)
RHYMING POETRY. Or maybe written confessions.
He says you are nothing but does with a sweat
Your words have sharp edges
Going, going, gone
short rhyme + digiart (but is it art?)
A poem about how he destroyed his greatest love of all (and yet love survived)
He once called me his angel and queen. Now I'm just a has-been.
Ghosting 2.0 (I miss him and need him)
I told him I loved him and then I failed to exist....
Learnings and hard earnings
Maybe I'm not what they need
Despair is starting to fill the love boat.
Another unrequited 3 AM love poem, for the one, the haunting ghost in my life
Crooning for his love...
I'm a fool for love
I love him
I'm forever sorriezz (no for real, I'm sorry)
Got his noose around my neck...
My WordPress anniversary + snaps
Keeping it real + gratitude
Unrequited love micropoetry
Cheer up y'all, I love writing rhyme. But good girls always come last. 😎
The longing now just feels like a sickness
He loves me not
People change but nothing changes
Wake me when you're ready
To whom does his words belong
Micropoem + angelic digiart
I just want him to know I'm drowning
When everything hurts...
Freestyle rhyme about mistakes and those who dwell amongst them
Addicted to love
Sailing through heartache
Regrets are heavy
The way forward is forgiveness not revenge
Place a temple where the love is waning
After midnight freestyle
Letting this love sink with the lies
Let's be real, you don't know love in any manner, you don't even love yourself.
I don't understand any of it
Pain times infinity
He was the best and worst thing to enter my life, like a flash flood destroying all the good but making room for growth.
Words are forever and so is love
I got out of my coffin, kinda...
Bleeding in rhyme and real time
Y'all remember that scene in Dracula where Mina was begging for forgiveness for loving a monster? Yeps me...
Thanksgiving slightly drunken freestyle
Titles are deceiving
They stoned the messenger and still flock to him like flies on shit...
She tried to warn them but they never listen; quick to cast a stone but not on the wrong...
He's so far away now *sobs uncontrollably*
His madness has driven me mad
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
Don't just hit like, read!
A very personal poem + stories + photos of my best friend who died by suicide *possible trigger warnings*
If ignorance is bliss I wouldn't know it
One day maybe he'll learn to care for the girls who come around, instead of raping their hearts. Vikings protect, he forgot his role.
Let it go...
Hello excuse me, uhhh sir, no don't go *sigh* (Are we doing digital lovers yet? Plug me in)
He does everything he can to avoid me but now the feeling is mutual
Please see me
"I love you the best, better than all the rest..."
I don't have anything because I don't have you
Eek! Some mask should stay on....
One more thing...
Potentially, the greatest question I've ever asked. A 10 word poem.
Finish what you started...
Too many choices
Micropoem number 16,000 on unrequited love
A deeply sorrowful poem + commentary (with hyperlinks to nerdy stuff I've done)
I see him, I hear him, I feel him like no other.
Do and don't of love on Tuners, listen free now
Goddess of Confusion / A poem + photos (because why not)
Take me with you please for there is no life if you are gone.
His doll to love or destroy
All woe is me post halloween
I got a filthy, fuckin' mouth.
He left me high and dry
"Gimme that cold shoulder like “brrr” I make a snow cone with it, sir" - Alexander Ebert
Pulling a feather is like feeling a leather whip across my back. I falter. I repent. I love.
His absence is too loud, too painful.