I am silk on my
red wings and fearlessness
I am a brazen bee
flying heart first
my fingers pass like spirit
a fay cast with cherry juice joy
I live in the mind of all things
I make you move.
Let me inspire the possibility of what could be
"where creativity roams free"
On Grief, Childhood, and Living with Anxiety
All Eyes On This #Teen
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
A quiet corner for writers to get inspired one word at a time.
Sharing my poetry to help end the stigma about mental health
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
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