Poetry of a Teenager

A little sad, a little happy. A little gross, a little sappy.

Poetry, Maybe

This is gonna be poetry, things, I don't really know...?

Spilled Ink

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

Silent Lullaby

snippet of memories and little moments between two best friends. "i love you, han." [lowercase intended. unedited.] (2015 - 2018)

Elements

Time will reveal everything. What's fake and what's real,who is and who isn't. Elements...cause maybe we will discover new ones. Elements..cause we are the elements of our society. *Not edited*

Ars Moriendi

Empty spaces, dark places, death has many faces. Ars Moriendi "The Art of Dying"

shades of blue

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.