What would you say to your younger self?
A poem about Mental Health
My dark shadow sits in the cornerwaiting for his chance,stalking me incessantly…
My mom’s birthday is coming up. And along with it, the notorious hunt for a gift…
As an emerging artist, it has been a consistent goal of mine to have my art…
Life Under Lockdown
(a microdose of Truth)
My car moves for me.My speaker listens for me.My screen wants for me.My screen thinks for me.
a verse to traverse
You thank Me so much, yet blame Me much more
In the midst of muddy skies, tormented souls appear in freedom,slight objectives becoming pathways for the weary onlooker,grasses…