Norhymescheme Stories

A series of spoken word poems about the beautiful idiosyncrasies of life, and inevitable growing pains that comes with adulthood.

That smell. Fragrant to her soul like a thousand shattered memories. Weaving through all the fragments of the good times that they had. And the bad. Those too. Pieces falling everywhere as she struggles to contain each feeling as it comes. Perfume can be bottled. But memories not so much. They come at a price. Best to just leave fragments.

Dear my Beloved of Today, These are genuine love letters I have written to a woman I love. I have assumed the name Paris as to conceal my true identity. I hope you may one day read this still blinded by your blissful ignorance, my unknowing love. Yours truly, Paris

I am hoping someone will critique it and help me make this story better. This is my first ever poem, and first ever draft. I want to make more of these, but have never been a good English student. I'm hoping others can help me out and make my small passion of poetry become a more prevalent hobby. Any views would be just amazing to me. THANK YOU :)