Creative Pieces · Poetry


If I had the gift of sight, then I’d be able to watch sun beams dance, upon water that is full of life. If I could hear, the birds singing their innocent melodies would put a spring in my step. If I could touch, I’d be able to feel the delicate skin of my loved ones beneath my fragile fingertips. If I… Continue reading Kungsträdgården

My Experience With:

My Experience With: Being Homeless

From the title you're probably imagining me sleeping on streets and begging for money, but that was not my homeless experience. Fortunately, might I add. But I was still technically classed as homeless nonetheless. At age seventeen my mother decided, to be brutally honest, that she'd had enough of being a parent (although I'll admit… Continue reading My Experience With: Being Homeless

Creative Pieces · Poetry

Killing Moons (Poem)

Twelve years eight months and nine dayswhen I met you. You said you’d been twelve for a long timebut I didn’t question it. I didn’t care.I longed for the sweet embrace of acceptance,and those insecurities within, obscure and desolate.Your snowflake skin glistened under the fluorescent lampsand your matted hair concealed that jungle gym mind.But you… Continue reading Killing Moons (Poem)