I don’t write to get called good
I write to be understood
Do you understand?
I don’t write for petty praise
That would be a waste of my days
My poems are my own extended hand
I just want people to see
What it’s like to be me
And who I really am
Though my poems are called “good”
I am still misunderstood
When will somebody understand?
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
I said I’d love you as long as my hair was brown...
I dyed my hair today
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 9:02 PM UTC
That day quarantine started
We were supposed to meet
Instead it’s been a month
Since we’ve seen each other again
The question is...
Do you care?
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
I want life to go back to normal
But was normal life really that great?
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
My mind is like a Rubik’s cube
It’s all scrambled up
And only a few people can solve it
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 11:49 PM UTC
I sit alone
In the dark
Crying
Because I’m SO lonely
And it all seems like a bad dream
Or like a story I read somewhere
Where everything turns out fine
But right here
In this moment
It’s all
Too
Real
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
My heart is hurting
But my brain says “don’t bug people”
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
I can write poems and songs about Victory
But what does she look like?
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
My life is filled with bad habits
I don’t have the energy to break
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 12:06 AM UTC