When I was fourteen years old I fell in love with a writer that could never be mine.
This is my love story for him*

Who wrote of love in a kingdom by the sea
Of a sweet sweet love named annabel lee
None other than Edgar Poe, was he
Who wrote of a kingdom by the sea

Quoth the raven, quoth the man
Who wrote in books and has so many fans
Quoth the man, quoth the raven
Who wrote of stories that broken the havens.

What a lonely spirit guiding you've become
To hold you in my arms I'll never have the pleasure
With you I wanted to turn into one
I wonder if you were ever treated like treasure.

My darling Edgar Allan Poe
My far away mystery man
You walked the earth so long ago
And they all thought you a madman.

Do not fret to read me the bridal ballad
And I quote, Oh I am so happy now
Loving you had made me delighted
But to another I have promised my vow.

I've done a bad thing my love
I've done a bad thing indeed.
I don't know what I've done
But I promise you it didn't bleed.
A scar shan't form
Save on our trust.
I'm so sorry my love
I'm so sorry I slipped up.

Hello friends and fellow artists,
I was sitting here (my room) the other night and I had a thought about all my peers that are or have gone through self harm. It dawned on me that warm weather is coming up and a lot of you/us feel like you can’t wear shorts or short sleeves. I've noticed that there is a lot of poems about that on here, probably because us silly poets are always so emotional and feel things so strongly. I had the idea of making a video on how to cover up your scars with makeup for summer time. Though I am at a place in my life where I no longer feel the need to hide them, I know a lot of people still do (and there’s nothing wrong with that). If I could get some feedback on this I’d be really thankful! :) Much love and good vibes to you all!

I think those who self harm
Are the most under estimated.

They are the most clever they
Are the most under rated.

So I haven't cut in a month
Are those thoughts really parted?

You said it wouldn't make a difference
Are the wedding plans thwarted?

La la la la la la la

My wounds are scars
With care they are covered

Does love really exist
With bright eyes I wondered

Finally healed and
With the clouds I have hovered

My darkest of days
With them I have sundered

La la la la la la la

Recovery is a process
But I've made it through this mess

Others say they care
But you alone I wish to impress

All this work that's come
But you rid me of stress

So far away
But you make me feel like a princess

La la la la la la la

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, clean up your golden hair,
For in the way is thy golden stair.
I work and I clean and I just want a rest,
Maybe a hair cut would be for the best.
A small amount, a trim and a snip,
Please my dear, I constantly trip.
For your locks are beautiful and golden and fair,
Even with a cut, still your beauty no one can compare.