Have you ever felt undeniably delicate? Here's a poem I wrote as an experiment while staring at a cup that, strangely, I actually like.
If you can't wait to fill a bit of a winter chill during the tail end of summer, you're in luck. I've got a poem for that!
I'm not exactly sure what this poem is about, but it's got a moon and wolves and all kinds of fun stuff. \ (•◡•) /
I keep telling people I'm a novelist. I absolutely am. I swear. But the nautilus shell was just so pretty!
Everyone has run from something. Everyone has run toward something. Whether we go forward or backward, one thing is for certain...there's a poem for that.