Forest Lambs

Wooden fingers snap syncopated beats,
As sparks waft into the air like fireflies

Forest Lambs

Wooden fingers snap syncopated beats,
As sparks waft into the air like fireflies

I Am Gone Now

I am gone now,
but do not be sad.
I have lived my life.

Write Your Own Eulogy

If I could choose what was said, what would I choose? As you already know, with my love of words this would seem inherently important to someone like me. So, I have set a goal. I will write my own eulogy now.

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life