Bianca Wargo

Bianca Wargo

Psychology and English Writing double major at Kean U

Aspiring Author and Art Therapist

Lets change the world for the better.

insta: @biancawargo

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  • Bianca Wargo
    Published about a year ago
    The Man of the Mirage

    The Man of the Mirage

    He stood there
  • Bianca Wargo
    Published about a year ago
    My Dearest Sibling

    My Dearest Sibling

    My dearest sibling,
  • Bianca Wargo
    Published about a year ago
    She

    She

    She was there
  • Bianca Wargo
    Published about a year ago
    A Crash Course With Life

    A Crash Course With Life

    A crash course with life,
  • Bianca Wargo
    Published about a year ago
    Giving Up

    Giving Up

    So many times the victim to words, everything they say just hurts.
  • Bianca Wargo
    Published about a year ago
    Sober

    Sober

    This poem was a really hard one to write the last section for. I'd found the first two parts on one of my online accounts the other day and, knowing who it's about and what really happened, I decided to add to the original two sections I'd written almost two years ago now. The shift in thought is the particular focus I had in mind when writing this–a sort of growing up and moving on, realizing that yes, he could have chosen not to do what he did, but some choices I made gave him that opportunity to begin with. In some ways that very last line represents that. Reading it in context, I do mean to convey that he was sober at the time, but I also mean that I sobered up from the sort of daydream-like feelings I convinced myself I had at the time.