kelsie newman : Writing

Twenty

Twenty

A Poem by kelsie newman


My father passed away when I was two years old; both my grandma and my aunt passed when I was sixteen.
Tempest At Noon

Tempest At Noon

A Poem by kelsie newman


The sea may swallow my body whole,if she would like.Drag me down to live amongstthe sea creatures,so beautiful and mysterious.Sweep me by Atlantis,so ..
The Watcher

The Watcher

A Poem by kelsie newman


Just something I wrote on a whim earlier today that I kind of liked!
Wonderland

Wonderland

A Poem by kelsie newman


Down the rabbit hole, through the looking glass, into the trap, tumbled, fell, landed right in his lap. He said..