he was a blank canvas and words could flow out of him effortlessly, there was never a stutter or a stop. he was a sky of colour, a mess of words tumble out of his mouth, messy and faint. *this fanfic contains drinking, abuse, and mention(s) of suicide. if there are any specific trigger warnings, send a DM please!
My book of poetry, is a book filled with poems of how I feel, felt. I actually got the inspiration from the person that I adore the most, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. I hope y'all enjoy. There will be more to come but just wait on it , my hands get tired. This book all my work so if your that low down where you have to steal...
This is a club where budding poets can exercise their skills, meet like minded people, make friends and possibly gain loyal reader and followers. Every week the group of members decide on a topic and all of them will write a poem revolving around that topic, rewards for the best poems and critics. We also have a reade...
