Morose Stories

Not really the type of poem we are used to. We are used to poems with the fixed rhyming scheme, a message to impart etc. This one, this is just the opposite, and I guess that's what makes it unique. Do let me know whether you like it, love it, or despise it 😁

#Light✨ is about when you discover the treasure in hardship as we can only see the light when it's dark.

A poem I wrote about the loss of two of our children

I am on a journey. It is merciless and never-ending. These are the stories of my journey. These are my entries. They might not make much sense, but they are, and forever will be, from the depths of me.

where the mind wanders past 22.00

A personal essay about my father and the wide felt effects of substance abuse and mental illness on him and his loved ones. Thank you to anyone who finds this and reads it. CW/TW: this piece mentions substance abuse, mental health, and allusions to suicide. This has been reformatted for this site. The original as it was written can be viewed on my Tumblr (link in bio). This is complete, even if it isn't marked as such.

The eerie manifestations of someone who still has hope and their last days...

texte qui m'est venu quand je n'allais pas bien.

The transformation from child to doll. First: Put patches above the flesh. Second: Fill with magical plush stuffing. Third: Give crystal eyes. Fourth: Take care of them and love them. A child lost within the woods without a clue of a past life or name stumbles upon a weathered house. Merely six, it decides to ask for help to find its parents. A lonely mage opens the door, allowing the child in while making it aware that it doesn't have the mother its searching for. She never existed. What seems normal takes a turn when the child is turned into a doll and the mage chooses to take care of it. The odd relationship of doll and mage lies within these pages. Where are the child's parents? Why don't they have memories but a sense of them? How does the mage know about his mother's nonexistence? Will the immortally childish doll be created? Cover by @-stellae Awards: Winner of the Sweets Awards 2nd in Short Story in The Seraph Awards

Love is insane. Morose

Au BAC de français on pouvait présenter un texte choisit ou même un texte qu'on a écrit nous même. Donc j'ai écrit un poème à cette occasion. Sauf que je l'ai oublié le jour J...

a trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020

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