A poem related to an odd vision about head injuries

My townhouse is getting renovated and I'm in a temp unit. The poem is my thoughts on the subject

When one puts down their paintbrushes and pick them up after a long time

Nope, this isn't something from Frozen II. Just something I wrote, feel free to scroll past and find something that wasn't written by a 13-year-old. If you're still reading this summary thing... Read the poem, if you're interested. I promise it's not riddled with spelling and grammar mistakes.

There is darkness within each of us. True bravery is to embrace the darkness and act on who you truly are. Please read and review :)

A poem in the second person perspective of my experiences with school shootings. This poem is very near and dear to my heart. It shows the emotions I experienced, waiting in the school cellar, wondering if at any time a masked person was going to break in and shoot me dead. Please read and review :)

A rose and a sparrow. Two creatures who can live in harmony. But one makes a grave mistake that costs both their lives. *TW: CONTAINS VAGUE MENTIONS OF SUICIDE* Please read and review :)

A poem I wrote for my cousin's friend, who died a little over a month ago. May she rest in peace. Please read and review :)

A poem on finding a reason to live.

Some musings on the current state of life and growing older, mortality, etc. I've been struggling with writing lately - was happy to get this into a place I felt okay with. Thanks for reading.

A man is using this free verse poem to express how he sees the woman in front of him.

Finding my symmetry

Short poem about Annie Oakley.

This tanka poem is about what it is that the author has seen while visiting a girlfriend at her place.

This 2468 piece is about what one of a group of friends has seen as a clue that a couple wants to be more than just friends.

The title of this tanka poem happens to be what a woman would ask a man who gets a glimpse of her.

Esma was walking to the bus when suddenly, she finds a accident laying around, near the bus. Esma takes a look and to her surprise she see's something horrible. Esma was just stunned! If you want to know what Esma saw, read to find out!

The author of this nonet poem talks about one type of progress becoming quickly for some of us.

Written for my nieces and goddaughters.

This haiku poem is about what the author thinks of a woman modeling her new outfit.

Of the Left Eye is a youtube channel that uploads spiritual videos. I was watching one of their videos and wrote this poem. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.

Words aren't supposed to hurt. Most of the time they aren't even meant to. But when you let hope seep into your skin, innocent-sounding words can be razor sharp.

I'm angry and embarrassed and just kinda need to hide.

(trigger warning for self-harm and EDs)

If only I could easily become my true self, and mold my body like soft clay to match.