Your bear-like hands would guide me
on a training-wheel-less bike
while holding me tight so I
would stay balanced long enough
to make it to the street’s end.
You nestled your cigarette
between your thin lips as you
cheered me on, hoping I would
make it by myself this time.
It would end like my other
attempts- a sudden crash, then
tears as big as blueberries
and your comforting bear arms
engulfing me, your baby.
I made a zine. I'm not done with it
Date night
I'm old now
Red Baron poem I wrote cause why tf not
Protested today. We ARE out here doing what we can do fight hate.
(join the community) It was too long so yall gonna have to read the article. anyway heres a poem about how the writing community is the best community on gamejolt:
About to start making zines. Any tips?
I am now the proud owner of a replica necklace Matthew Lillard wears in SLC Punk.
And I got a new spiky ear cuff
The last month been like-
God, I hate it here
Tune in next year when I have to go to grad school
We do be fine
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