This is just a collection of some of the poems I’ve written over the years, about the many emotions, dreams, desires, and destinies inherent to existing in this world. I write about the many ways the world around us affects us and how we in turn affect it.

Poetry collection February 2024

”Depression told her never to write again, yet here she is fighting back.”

A collection of Short Stories and Poems written for various projects. They vary in length and style.Please do not use without my permission!

the title kinda says it all

TW there will probably be brief mentions of death, blood, mental health sort of thing, but nothing i wouldn't let my 13yo brother read

also, implied sui cide . Though, I would let my brother read cause I don't think he would get it.

A series of poems as inspired by life situations that I want to share...

As you read these poems, understand that I was incredibly intoxicated when I was feeling these emotions and/or these events. I write poetry in hopes to reach others, I am a small writer so sharing any of my content is greatly appreciated! My poems have no description, they cannot be described by the measures of the external world.

Maybe I hear a little too much;

Maybe I understand a little too much;

Maybe I feel a little too much;

In the end, maybe I care a little too much…

Just some poetry I've written in the past, present, and future. Sorry if it comes off as edgy or overly dramatic, I picked the better ones.

I would love some feedback on these, so I can improve this side of my writing so it doesn't come off as bad.

A poetic letter of love,

Nobody in this world is unknown of love,

Each and everyone has a secret love story,

These poems are the thoughts on untold love in the form of letter poems.....​​​​​​​

I am hardly ever able

to sort through my memories

and come away whole

or untroubled.

It is difficult

to sift through the stones,

the weighty moments and know

which is rare gem,

which raw coal,

which worthless shale or slate.

So, one by one,

I drag them across the page

and when one cuts into the white,

leaves a trail of blood,

no matter how narrow the stream,

then I know

I’ve found the real thing,

the diamond,

one of the priceless gems

my pain produced.

“There! There,” I say,

“is a memory worth kee

collection of poems I write at 3 A.M.

Hey! I'm a teenager who likes to write poems in their spare time. I decided to post them here, so please enjoy them! Constructive criticism is appreciated along with any comments.