Labeled a WHORE
A new Harvard poll shows that only half of Americans trust the CDC — other health agencies were rated even lower. During a pandemic, trust is critical to the success of a public health response. — Read on http://www.npr.org/2021/05/13/996331692/poll-finds-public-health-has-a-trust-problem Not very shocking that half of Americans think the CDC is full of shit. 👀 YouContinue reading “CDC And FDA Trusted By Only Half Of Americans : NPR”
Delirious but not fucking delusional.
You can still get sick even fully vaccinated
I would die for you. Crucify me!
Anchors or reason
Here cometh the calm before the storm
I really know how to make a mess of things
Squeezing one last freestyle in of 2020. Like Cinderella 👍
The street light flickers in morse code
Freestyle spoken word!!!
We all rush for it
How many dreams do you cross to get to me?
Continents are pulling to get away
But I don’t want to go back to heaven and leave you in hell 😭😭😭 (contains light nudity)
A 30 word mini love story (in rhyme)
Fish in the sea (freestyle poetry)
Poetry plus why I dig solitude
Twitch schedule making / cast your vote! 🙂
Time for a little fun!
I need answers
Fuck this weather
For what it’s worth now I don’t give a damn
A bit of softness and water cinematography. Contains mild nudity. Not age restricted.
His help came with pretense -rhyming poetry!
An anti love poem freestyle rhyme 😄 (and my obsession with Mars)
These depths you send me to are pressurized (freestyle poetry)
Writing is my favorite thing to do, here’s another for you 🙂
The answer is always the same.
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
…We create storms
No filter Monday!! Ahem. Selfies in isolation. Open for a scare.
When the muse becomes a fuse, light that bitch up and run
The light is going out, the light is gone
The future is missing any sun
Lust is easy. Love takes courage.
Sending love (I think) during this mandatory social distancing
This poem IS NOT about the guy I’m crazy in love with.
I’ll drop your heart in the lost and found
I needed to vent via rhyme (themes of depression & suicide / possible trigger warning)
It’s March? Fuck. Still love him…
An angel dies in hell trying to save a demon she loved
I hate him. I hate me. The end.
People change but nothing changes
He gives her everything and she gives him unfaithfulness
I can’t stand her. Micropoem + vampire cosplay
He need to just fuck me and get it over with…