literal 9th grade poetry // "some feelings are forever ironic: only when i am most lost does a firefly's nightcandle alight before my cozy corner in this void; at least when my fingers hold a pen, i feel a semblance of touching it." // there's always so much still left to say, so i tell it to the page; you are welcome to listen. ~ hymn ©2019

unsorted poetry from those middle school days when every glance feels like the end of the world. truly been a while. // Always saw Always remembered Always thought Always been in my heart Waiting to be set free The song never stops Never closes Never ends For the mind never ends

sometimes i scream at my ceiling. then i jot down whatever i screamed.