A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to a...
my system is clogged with metaphor and i need to get it out A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY (!) nb: if lack of capitalisation and 'artistic' punctuation don't tickle your pickle, apologies but this book is not for you [working title] probable swearing... you have been warned one more thing: don't steal my shit or i will hunt...
Let me explain: My best ideas come when I should be sleeping The World is asleep when I write poetry The words and I seem to be the only ones awake My words come alive They dance around the paper I let them wander The words are Liberated They can wander as much as they like.
