tearsnspilledyogurt : Writing

spilled crayon box.

spilled crayon box.

A Poem by tearsnspilledyogurt


Red used to be one of my favorite colors. Cherries, apples, strawberries, cartoon mushrooms, ring pops, candy. Everything pretty was red. Pretty w..
beg to starseek.

beg to starseek.

A Poem by tearsnspilledyogurt


I stare blank, empty. The ceiling has become a familiar sight, the bland color seeping into my vision. It’s become harder to breathe, as if my..
sing me to sleep.

sing me to sleep.

A Poem by tearsnspilledyogurt


when i die, find me in the music.ill be in the notes, the melodic playing of the guitar.the soft sounds of the bells, the voice crack in the singer's ..