She’s just a girl who writes to figure out the role she must play in this world.
Time
It is late at night and all is asleep,All but me for sleep does not come easilyTo the starving, tortured artist.
It’s a layer of defense
Soft and Smooth
It crackles , it can breaks if you have a wound.
Hairs stand up when you have chills
A poem is the solace you didn’t find in things that are tangible. It’s a chip on your shoulder that needs to…
I shed my skin, callous as it is, hardened by time, and by solitude. I wore it like a badge for so long, thinking it was an exoskeleton that help my soupy insides — that without it, I would be no more than a puddle on the ground.
I’m Anurag,
I’m a musician, wanderer, and a writer. I’ve always been a voracious reader but never felt the need to write, until the poems found me nearly an year ago, and I’ve been writing…
I look over my shoulders and make sure I’m alone,I peel away the night sky slowly and smile at the easy successAnd continue in and inhale the dark,It used to be so difficult before, the sky just wouldn’t giveBut now the sky knows me as her own…
My name is Natalee Erceg and I am a 20 years old science and arts student living in Melbourne, Australia. I hope to do an honours in neuroscience, as well as become a qualified nutritionist, whilst exploring my passion…
They told me the sky would burn and burn so bright
And when the day turned to night it would still shine
My names Natalee Erceg and I am a 20 years old science and arts student living in Melbourne, Australia. I hope to do an honours in neuroscience, as well as become a qualified nutritionist, whilst exploring my passion for…