I once thought that humans could never fall in love after 3 days, that it was even impossible. Until I met you and had to spend the next 7days together.

This is a poem about my wanting to live a more tragic life with the intention that I may better understand peoples' struggles and give them a way to more easily express their feelings to others.

Just a little poem about dreams. Many often want to share their dreams, but the fear of sharing hinders them. When they get rejected, they "kill" those around them but convince themselves it's the world's fault.

In tough times my father would always tell me a saying his mom used to tell him, being “this too shall pass.” After a heart shattering break up, the theme of something such as a thunderstorm passing becomes prevelant. With this I chose to create a thorough and symbolic piece to share to the world. In the times of healing, its important that the lord walks with you even in valley of death.

He picks up what I put down. He talks for me, while I complete his every sentence. It isn’t fear that stops a woman from loving more. But. I can say, it is knowing that she must uncomfortably sacrifice day in and day out.

I know im the bad guy. Trust me the voices in my head have played those words on a never ending loop. Its basically elevator music at this point. My heart wants to break as the guilt and self hate settles itself in my joints. My bones threatening to snap themselves just to feel something. The rolled up herb in my hand burns as it stings my throat and the smoke coats my tongue. Everything starts to float away in every exhale i take. I know Im the bad guy. The tears of others are building up in my memories teasing my own to start running. The words that fell out of my mouth and onto your plate were so sharp that it shatters. I know im the bad guy. And as youre struggling to pick up the pieces i look at you. No emotions are allowed to peek through my mask. The same mask that i had designed when i was a little girl.

A Biblical poem for those who feel they are too lost to be saved. A reminder that we are never to late to receive gods love & mercy.

Go online and look at art. Find a piece of art that speaks to you in some way. For your poem: think about HOW you want to connect with the art.

I came here chasing quiet. Not escape— just a kind of stillness I couldn’t find in crowded rooms or glowing screens. And the fjord was waiting. It didn’t announce itself. It just was. Stretching wide beneath a sky soft as brushed steel, holding silence like an old friend it’s never had to impress.

This poem is written about changing yourself completely after a relationship. Leaving the version they remember of you. Being the best person you can be. Changing everything you can about yourself to leave the person unable to recognize you. (Please be kind I am a 14 year old poet so this may not sound the best but I am trying my best to progress everyday.)

Just created this new space for me to share all my thoughts, ideas, art, writings, and my movie recs. Here’s one of my fav poems I’ve written:

i really don’t know what to write here but these are my thoughts on the feelings of rejection, and how selfish rejection can feel. enjoy

"the gardener" is a poem that I wrote back in 2022. It mentions a man who takes care of his flower garden, and uses rhyme and metaphor to convey the lives of the flowers. The poem shows the gardener's life cycle as it comes to a close. This poem was actually the first poem I ever wrote, back in my sophomore year of high school. It is almost entirely the same as it was when I wrote it, with only a few minor adjustments. I hope you enjoy :)

Feeling lost, then this is the poem for you hope this poem helps, and I hope you enjoy it also, this poem is a little sad but worth a read.

Background: I’ve written in my journal before writing here, so this note will not include context but start from where I left off. These are only my thoughts that occur which I would like to share. Nothing more:)

Lilies on my Grave, the first poem in my poetry notebook that I write my drafts. I am really proud of this poem.

What goes in must come out, and what goes up must come down..until what brings a door to shut might likely let the window fly open.

This poem is about that rare kind of connection where everything feels effortless and safe—where someone sees you fully, listens without judgment, and holds your hand without hesitation. It’s about the way they don’t hide their fears and don’t expect me to hide mine either. In this moment, under the glow of city lights, there’s no second-guessing, no walls—just a quiet certainty that this is exactly where we’re meant to be. It’s the feeling of being truly seen, not as someone to fix, but as someone to hold and believe in.

Background: I’ve written in my journal before writing here, so this note will not include context but start from where I left off. These are only my thoughts that occur which I would like to share. Nothing more:)

From experiencing the iner demons I face with DID since I was 5 years old and only recently came to terms with what was going on within my head. Mental health is not a joke and many people struggle with their inner dreams like myself. Enjoy the poem I wrote.