Labeled a WHORE
Started the process for my new FREE OnlyFans!
Anchors or reason
Here cometh the calm before the storm
I just made you up to hurt myself / and it worked
Squeezing one last freestyle in of 2020. Like Cinderella 👍
Freestyle spoken word!!!
How many dreams do you cross to get to me?
I know you watch me like a hawk
Fuck this weather
For what it’s worth now I don’t give a damn
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
short rhyme + digiart (but is it art?)
No filter Monday!! Ahem. Selfies in isolation. Open for a scare.
When the muse becomes a fuse, light that bitch up and run
Ghosting 2.0 (I miss him and need him)
Lust is easy. Love takes courage.
He’s been crucified and his name three times denied
He loves me not
I’m angry, I’m furious, I’m full of rage
I can’t stand her. Micropoem + vampire cosplay
Freestyle rhyme about mistakes and those who dwell amongst them
Letting this love sink with the lies
I don’t understand any of it
It takes alot of discipline to be a person of quality and worth… being bad comes easy…
All a man has is his word but he doesn’t even have that…
I am not for sale
Now that I’ve slayed the evil, what’s next?
Don’t just hit like, read!
Let it go…
One shot, one kill. Target practice. Unlimited ammo. Army strong. Wanna dance? Last chance…
It nearly did me in to be honest and it took a lot of careful consideration on whether I wanted to leave my blog open. But this is still goodbye. I quit it all.
Too many choices
He hates me, I hate him. The end.
Themes of death, possible trigger warning (irony)
A micro-story in under ten words.
If only I could stop loving you…
I love being just a number to the artist who inspire me….
Just a little poem about ego
Caught between the devil and the poems I keep writing…
OMFG freshly wrote this AM for you. A poem + convo + lesson
The end of times is upon us and I’m over the bullshit
His indecision is final / I am the Goddess of Confusion
He looked back, I’m in hell…
A poem about triangulation. There’d be zero issues if they were “just friends”. But they’re not, and he doesn’t love her but she’s got her hooks in him anyway fully knowing she’s keeping him from TRUE LOVE or any real chance of HAPPINESS
A sad poem about the greatest love of all never existing