The Lost Northerner
It was Fourteen years ago. A cold night. Five doors down from an abandoned park. An abused mother in pain, bleeding not knowing if her babies were safe. 150 more words
4 days, 4 hours ago
hallo i wrote a poem in 3 min the other inspired by this photo my sis (shoutout to rpg photography) took of me
enjoy~ :3… 78 more words
4 days, 21 hours ago
sleep gardens of pink porcelain
the minstrel sky
coos its song
what moon is sun!
what fragrant lemon
3 weeks, 4 days ago
7:15: Wake up for school
7:20 get dressed
7:30 brush my teeth
7:45 go downstairs and let Lenny out
7:50 make breakfast for me, Travis and Betsy… 54 more words
2 months, 2 weeks ago
Sarah Jenkins (velvethadrian), 2017.
Sometimes a random snapshot looks lovely when light streams through the window.
I’m looking for a direction as I have my hands over the keyboard. I stare at the keys that look for inspiration. I imagine what I could give, which would have some illusion of being deep or meaningful. 10 more words
2 months, 3 weeks ago
3 coffees in and I start to feel at ease. The sun has shed its wool like jacket and makes the pavement like hot coals underneath my feet. 52 more words
4 months ago