Louisa Twain : Writing

Strange places and sunken faces

Strange places and sunken faces

A Story by Louisa Twain


I stand on a street corner. It is near dusk. My first day in New York city. Mother is inside trying to find a job. I am happy full of hope. I am six y..
No

No

A Poem by Louisa Twain


No, don't tell me I'm fine You don't get to make that decision Because of who I am And where I live And what I'm used to Those things don't matt..
Nameless

Nameless

A Poem by Louisa Twain


Believe me When I say I don't fall in love Things that fall Break And I'm already cracked But all Step into Love Though I know theirs no goin..
Thoughtless violence

Thoughtless violence

A Poem by Louisa Twain


My thoughts were stars scattered through out a galaxy. My heart beat hard. Then i heard the gun shot. Violent misunderstanding. Wanting to fade into o..