P.S. : Writing

The Real You/ What Fruit do You Bear?

The Real You/ What Fruit do You Bear?

A Poem by P.S.


If people could see The Real You What would they think? Not your Facebook or Instagram Or Twitter Not your inner voice Or your dreams. Only ..
And I Walked

And I Walked

A Poem by P.S.


I stood with my back to the house, and I walked.I wore only my nightgown,soft and thin and pink,and I walked.My feet were bare,but I felt no pain.My l..
The Season of the Sun Has Passed

The Season of the Sun Has Passed

A Poem by P.S.


The season of the sun has passed. the once all-important, omnipresent, bright, heavy, brutal sun, which kills eyes and burns flesh has been replac..
Scars

Scars

A Poem by P.S.


Scars. Simple, white, soft, rubbery flesh. I run my fingers with long, damaging nails along them. And despite the anger, fights, fury, and tears ..
You

You

A Poem by P.S.


This is absolute rubbish & ramblings, simply because I feel like venting, and I think that most girls could probably sympathize.
Bitter

Bitter

A Poem by P.S.


Vermont in December
Georgia Dreams

Georgia Dreams

A Poem by P.S.


A beautiful day in sunny Georgia.... yes?
Happiness

Happiness

A Poem by P.S.


The Joys of Motherhood