im figuring out how to be a wildflower.
22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast
east coast wannabe published poet
I write poems about everything that impacts my life. It's the best way to clear my mind.
art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable
Buffalo; Syracuse; Boston
my body was stronger before my tongue tasted your name Copyright © 2018 Emily Fisk. All rights reserved.
Pens were designed with wordful purposes, our hands and minds serve only as catalysts.
“Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.” ~Eleanor Roosevelt I kinda hate myself. Just a wee bit. Uhm I like ...
38| Gemini | Father of one Beautiful Girl "Yesterday I was clever so I wanted to change the world , today I'm wise so I ...
♡ Do it for the thrill of the rush. ♡
And I spent all night Stuck on the puzzle.
Where Is My Mind?
I'm Autumn. I spend too much of my time writing poems (more time than you think),so I add to the site quite often. Feedback welcome! ...
Hands are stained with poetry. / Romanticist
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - ...
My Home Is Wherever I Go
This world is not complete without those daring people willing to do the impossible. If you want to change something, go do it. I dare ...
I am a 24 year old guy just out on his own adventuring this big and beautiful world. I'm from a small town in New ...
Yellow Brick Road
A grenade wrapped in love letters.
I say what I have on my mind I'm not afraid to hide I don't like people who are mean to others It's not right ...
I'm not home.... leave a message
Enjoying life in the mountains. all poetry is original material,©(2021)All rights reserved
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are ...
Just like Icarus, I fly too close to the sun.