Poetry

I write what's on my mind. Read it if you want to.

A collection of my writing/poetry. Constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy <3

my teenage heart: naive, wounded, and full of love

A collection of poems from a teenager battling social anxiety, depression, and teenage angst while navigating love on the road to self discovery and maturing. It's simply good fun. Well not all the time; sometimes it's about love. And heartbreak, and loneliness. And night skies as turtle doves. Trigger Content Warning ⚠︎︎ Sexual Trauma, Abuse, Suicide, etc.

I'm serious when it comes to poetry, even if it's posted on WATTPAD, out of all places...

It's just poetry, poetry I've made.

Welcome to the mess that is my head. It's either full of ideas, rants, and overly dramatic bullshit that I can't share with people that know me in real life. Or poems, dreams, and wishes that I'll never accomplish. This is a collection of poetry, midnight thoughts and rant's about my dull daily life. I guess you could say this is a blog, just so much more personal. It'll be a pleasure meeting you, stranger.

as the title suggests, this is legit going to be my diary. and yes, most diaries are supposed to be secret, but I have always been an open book. I like to pretend to be mysterious, but the people around me will all tell you that I am someone who doesn't know how or when to shut tf up. I suppose you could classify this as poetry as well, but honestly, I just find this way of writing to be far more entertaining. So beware that it'll probably be a chaotic mess of a writing style. I am nothing but a sucker for joy, after all. Sense comes after.

To that person who was so near, but now so far...To that person who once was a symbol of light, yet now of darkness... If we happened to have such people in our presence, what would be the DON'Ts we would forward to them?