A most gorgeous friend of mine sent me a message earlier saying that she had read some of my poetry on here, and that she had really...

The following poem was written way back in 2014 for a creative writing class I attended in High School. While I was extremely reluctant...

I sit on the line between clear sky and rain. Where you can feel sharp drops irritate your skin Where the pressure of their fall feels...

Darkness leaks from the heavens and gently hangs, like a winter coat, above the ivory earth, the crunch of china crystals echo beneath...

Its so freeing I can write, whatever, I, want, and, if, I, put, too, many, commas, It doesn’t matter I can leave my sentences...