Writing

Man at desk with black birds
["Asgardian Seagulls," digital art by cedar, YWP]
  • Limbo

    it seems i have somehow lost my flair for poetry in the midst of college

    the words bubble up and then fly away before i can write them down

    i really do wish they would come back

    after all, i’m having to hold in everything

  • Poetry

    By ida

    Growing up

    When I was six I longed to be twenty five

    My mother had all these rules

    All I wanted was to leave my home

    To live on my own

    To stay up late

  • She Was Me

    I had a funeral yesterday.

    A quick goodbye to

    the person closest to me.

    I can’t quite recall when she died.

    It has been so long

    since she was alive.

    Why have I held on to

    her lifeless body?