scholarly pressures, home complications, shattering hearts, spare time, and I, a foolish young soul, writing my heart out, ...in poem form.

it's just poetry about love about beauty about sadness and existential crisis enjoy ;)

|| we drown like leaves// || like sand upon the beach// || we're reaching out// || under the fan we cannot reach//

poems by malia d :) #27 in poetry <3 (09.05.2020)

"take me to the rooftops, i want to see the world when i stop breathing." HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in #hypersomnia -#1 in #poembook -#4 in #insomnia -#5 in #poems -#18 in #poetry -#2 in #poemcollection GOAL: -#1 in #poetry

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This is poetry, simple.

lowercase intended. slow updates, sorry. also is this even poetry? probably not, but is anything really as it seems?

stain stān/ verb past tense: stained; past participle: stained 1.mark (something) with colored patches or dirty marks that are not easily removed. ... My body and soul hold the permanent stains life has left on me, I figured out that I can't erase them. So I'll expose them through writing instead.

Completed. A compilation of poems regarding an enby trying to achieve their own inner self-acceptance.