interlude

the poems of a sixteen year old girl. life is a mess.

Notes To The Universe

nonsense from a teenager who enjoys poetry.

AMUSIA

we are standing on the rubble of our past, reaching for the stars yet to be born. 1.1 © 2015-2016

NOT YOURS TO KEEP

my heart becomes worthy

little talks

i needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]

scatterbrained

the contents of a moleskine i'll probably never fill

Silent Chaos

It's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it with more deafening thoughts and endless holes. And so you run. You run a...

Almost | ✓

Isn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]

creating constellations

an abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16

terrors and beauties

A story that follows a new romance as it runs its natural course, all recorded in the form of poetry.