When I was younger my mom told me a lie She said that no one could love me until l love myself I gave up on love not long after that ...
Firesong
It’s a windstorm And she’s standing there, Eyes closed with her blood drenched hair Flying like a burning flag. It’s the days befo...
What I learned, a poem
This is a poem in 9th grade I learned I had epilepsy. Now the first time it happened was in my bedroom and my brother found me, and calle...
The way Grey feels
It is the clouds that sob raindrops that fall in sheets down your windows as you look into the nothingness of the sky. You watch as it crie...
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