Hi my name is kim, I'm 17 years old and I live in Ireland I'm also still a student at school. I like to write what I think and how I feel everything I write doesn't have a story to it its just something I make up or sometimes their is a story to them.
Reached, not yet pubescence: a cloud says, moon was crazy, treading on a forbidden lake of frozen tears. Breaking fast unto death for releasing the doves in sky of hymns. The gametes were weary. Procreation will wait. Let the dark
Lately we’ve done some growing up. Without you I feel little different now. The insect that whispered in my ear is no more. No more going through turmoil now. Loving hurt each and every time. It’s the only thing I
BROKEN GLASS Standing here in front of me Are many pieces before me Looking down all I see Are different colored pieces Of what was me Broken, shattered and scattered Use to resemble me The glass I see before me
I don’t know where to start How to form the words Countless questions, a million thoughts My head is about to hurt Treading along like a smooth sailing boat Or so it seemed from a distance Like a serene view
I look to the sea viral implications take me to the surf along the rocky ledge leads to an old abandoned house you hear the intense pounding of the waves outside a cobblestone walkway lines the entrance to the inclosure