When I’m Old
This is a poem I wrote about anxiety and how things that feel catastrophic now aren’t always worth the time and stress we tend to waste on them.
This is a poem I wrote about anxiety and how things that feel catastrophic now aren’t always worth the time and stress we tend to waste on them.
Do you ever stop to notice the beauty of our everyday world? Like how the wintry field provides us with a white blanket of crystal grass. How the orange sun hidden behind painted clouds...
Perfection is a deadly virus That whispers sweet lies in your ear It tells you that you’re not good enough Until hurt is all you can hear Mistakes feel like the world is ending...
You taught me that life is precious. It’s fragile and slippery and if I stop paying attention it might slip right out of my grasp. You taught me to always remember how much...
Do you enjoy the arts? Have you ever wanted to see how getting creative can help you mentally? This feature is just one in a series of entries exploring the different types of creative...
Compulsion. Noun. First definition: the action or state of forcing or being forced to do something; constraint. Constraint… Hello. My name is I_Collect_Words, and I am no longer defined by my compulsions. ...
Some people try to explain The way the world works, Some people hide away And don’t embrace their quirks. But if you live everyday In constant fear of pain Then you’re just wasting your...
You may feel like groaning when you hear the word “poetry.” It can be a very common reaction whenever the topic is brought up. Many people expect the whole genre of poetry to sound...
I am a star, shining bright in the night. I guide travelers and wanderers, handing out all my light. I help and I save and I glow and I give. And I...
This poem/short story was inspired by one of my all time favorite books: I’ll Give You The Sun by Jandy Nelson. The Realm of Calm: I step into my room and gently close the...
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