Divine Glimpses: A Child's Journey
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...
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...
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...
This submission is significant to me because it explores my fear of things ending before I am ready. This fear is present in many aspects...
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...
The pale lady intertwined her auburn hair in a tight bun as she flipped through the pages of the book, ‘The emperor of all maladies.’ 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...
It's a short prose written exactly in one of those moments of divagation these sorts of anxious thoughts linger on. That means it not...