@InkBowlPubl

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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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Writing has always been my way of embracing my emotions on the concrete ground. This poem is about my personal experience where my...

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...

TW: Suicide Dear Little Boy, In 2012 you threw up on me while I was sleeping. I never forgave you because I suspected it was on purpose....

You dissolved through the haze of summer. Disintegrating like melanin in my subtle bronze as months passed on. You decayed beneath gaps...

Sticks crack, snap, and break apart under pressure. "Jonny" explores the progression of their relationship with a man who held various...

A little piece by a wannabe Todd Anderson, who has too much anxiety and love for poems. I went to a beach a few weeks ago and started...