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https://www.instagram.com/immywrites_/ When I was a child, I saw God I saw Him, but it wasn't through my eyes I heard Him. but His voice never entered my ears I touched Him but never by my skin I was forlorn, but I always felt Him beside me Though He never left my heart I make Him roam into my mind Though He's not just a thought He's mightier than everything, yet He lives in my heart He's not in time, but I see Him timely Though He's angry with me but He's the best thing tha

My collection encourages those to love the pain endured by heartbreak and explores the journey from a personal perspective/ The night you...

I met her during an overwhelming winter The gloom of Demeter exhibited With frigid frosted ground And unsparing winter wind Yet her eyes...

This poem is a response to Ocean Vuong's Telemachus & there my father stayed out of reach for a decade, unlike Little Dog, I didn't have...

Does death scare you? No. Life scares me. This constant fear of living but not loving, loving but not being loved, being loved but not...

Society’s favorite day is the hardest. Saturday’s endless miles. Saturday socials. Saturday shifts at the booth of spoonfed friendship...

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It represents the culmination of my lack of faith: my very affirmation of God's death. Through it, I try to show the constant doubts that...

Writing has always been my way of embracing my emotions on the concrete ground. This poem is about my personal experience where my...

This poem is significant to me because I believe that the first step to solving any problem is to acknowledge it and create awareness...

A dead vine in the winter, almost losing its foliage, Left with brown wood to get through the dark months. Losing its elegance as the...

As a kid, my family was financially struggling. We sometimes went to the mall for a grocery run, and my sister and I begged my mom to go...

TW: Suicide Dear Little Boy, In 2012 you threw up on me while I was sleeping. I never forgave you because I suspected it was on purpose....

You dissolved through the haze of summer. Disintegrating like melanin in my subtle bronze as months passed on. You decayed beneath gaps...

Sticks crack, snap, and break apart under pressure. "Jonny" explores the progression of their relationship with a man who held various...