June

Joined August 2022

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Bio

I'm here to get better and to be human. I want to fail and learn and get better and become a stronger human and writer because of it. It will be mostly poems until my book is done. After that, who knows?

Stories (10/0)

Buried Pieces
There is no use in saying more To save the wicked and the poor A mind full of words yet to spill out Memories that past have you riddled with doubt
By Juneabout a year ago in Poets
Insecure
It is good to be insecure. If you did not care, I am sure- -you would not be here, or want more. Ravenous fools, would seek the shore,
By June2 years ago in Poets
The Sword of His Own Creation
A Sword of His Own Living free of the torment of a caged heart Knowing that I never wish to be re-torn apart Turning my gaze and it falling unto you -
By June2 years ago in Poets
That funny feeling
Handprints on my eyes A tear in the skies Slow burning and stinging Such a familiar feeling Lavaflow burning my legs
By June2 years ago in Poets
A Story in Progress
It is easy for a soul to be blinded by the light and think there is no darkness. The time following a tragedy seems to be both an eternity and infinitesimal. For those it does not affect, a tragedy is a sad event that becomes nothing more than a passing thought. For those within the tragedy, it becomes a permanent scar, a reminder, or something to repress. All civilizations are the same in this regard. The masses can be reminded, and sadness can be renewed temporarily. However, many will forget, and the rest will either grieve and accept the truth or grieve and deny it.
By June2 years ago in Fiction
Top Story - September 2022
That is what They sayTop Story - September 2022
Poems have to be smart and witty, They must make you feel a certain way, Poems need to look pretty To write a poem might take all day,
By June2 years ago in Poets
Time Mocks
Why is Time a tree with one branch? We travel through and see the decisions and paths then only one comes to be - is it just me?
By June2 years ago in Poets
Spiraling and Falling
Spiraling and falling Galaxies and calling Your loved ones Trying to make some sense of the world The one to which we hold
By June2 years ago in Poets
passion
passion Why must I be so true to thee? Thy plight you force upon mine soul. Thou know what fate hath wrought on me: a wave of doubt with no control.
By June2 years ago in Poets
Zelda's Lullaby
I sit on this bench and think I think of times long past Looking forward I know not what is yet to come The wind is sharp and slices through my hollow head
By June2 years ago in Poets

June

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Buried Pieces

Insecure

The Sword of His Own Creation

That funny feeling

A Story in Progress

That is what They sayTop Story - September 2022

Time Mocks

Spiraling and Falling

passion

Zelda's Lullaby

Stories (10/0)