A collection of poems based on myself and characters I created.
The warmth of the things I hold dearest // Elliot
I love my friends,
As they hold both fun sunflowers and passionate roses.
I love my family,
As they are the earth beneath my feet.
I love my diary,
As it serves as a place for me to release and organize my thoughts.
I love the river near my house,
As it is a place for me to sit in the grass under the sun.
I love my bedroom,
As it gives me a place to enjoy my time alone.
I love poetry,
As nothing waters my mind quite like a late night writing.
The writer of many green books // Rowan
I am a cup of coffee on a sunday morning,
As I have a routine sort of warmth.
I am a book you've had in your backpack for many months,
As I may tear and wear away but my essence remains the same.
I am a leather notebook,
As I hold in my mind stories of many days and plans for those to come.
I am a mushroom in the woods,
As I have grown from ruin.
I am the raining could,
As my path may change but my actuality will not.
I am a backpack you carry with you just about everywhere,
As I hold in me just about anything those I love the most find value in.
The space I hold // Silvia
I am the fairy you pretended to be when you were young,
As I exist in both the reality we share and the ones we pretend to live in as well.
I am a tree growing in the woods,
As I will do anything I can to grow closer to the sun.
I am the green bedroom your friend had in highschool,
Because although the colors may be painted over, the memory will always linger.
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Letters from sixteen
PoetryA poetry book I wrote during periods of my life with many different facets. I wrote about happy moments, addiction, and trauma, the book becomes more depressing as it goes on. I choose the title "letters from sixteen" to capture how I wanted to capt...
