|I draw and write poetry. But before I started that, I did photography and still do once in a while. I hope you like them!! Comments and faves are VERY appreciated!|
Hope to WriteI should write more poemsHope to Write by Darvia123
I tell myself.
And then my mind wanders
Bringing up rhymes about
the blue of the sky
or the green of the spring scenes...
Only to lose them to a new blank thought in my head
about going to bed
about things people said
about what might make my tears shed
Maybe I'll receive a text
and get distracted from writing actual text
words meaning something to me
what will others think of these?
But there's always the possibility of
Could I write meaning back into someone's life?
Maybe that's too dramatic.
But there's always hope, right?
I hope to write, right.
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InjusticeInjustice.Injustice by KelaLewis-Morin
Gallivanting on the high street with my peers.
Thinking there is nothing in this world that I have to fear.
Contemplating an appropriate place where we should eat.
I then leant down to re adjust the laces on my feet.
Suddenly a legion of faces loom towards our direction.
Not assuming that we were victims of their brutal inspection.
They approach me in a violent and threatening manner.
My heart clamours and my mouth begins to stammer.
They bombarded me with belittling and derogatory terms
And asked me where I was from as if it any of their concern.
I answered truthfully and tried to mask my anxiety.
I attempted to walk away but I knew this outcome was unlikely.
They began to rustle my garments and salivate on my trainers.
My tongue apprehensively toys with my red coloured retainer.
They patted me down and inquired whether I had money or a phone.
I refused their wandering hands, pleading them to leave me alone.
I tried to reason with them, tell them I meant no
My name is Clara Danielle McNamara. I am 14 years old. I love my freedom, and my happiness is precious. I love writing poetry, and drawing, and occasionally i do photography. I have depression problems, and all i want is someone to talk to. Feel free to comment on my art things i have done well on and things i need to improve on! i love the feedback |
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