This piece from Margins of the First Draft captures the feeling of being completely undone by someone's presence. I wonder if I ever felt something like that or if it came from watching a certain movie.... (Authors Note) Belladonna Like a maiden in love, With my eyes...

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—a piece about the courage to feel, to love without demands, and to say it out loud. P.S. Looking at this many years after its creation feels a little awkward—where has the drama in my writing gone? I used to...

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft. I had an idea when I actually collected the original poems together. They were supposed to tell a whole story all together and I wonder if anyone even noticed haha. I wonder where this original plot even came...

Part of my poetry collection Margins of the First Draft — Nr 7 was written when I was 14 I believe, at such age I was so serious already and writing about love and desire as if I was an old woman already. (Authors Note) Lust And maybe We could Share a kiss or two, Let...

This piece from Margins of the First Draft makes me think I wrote better poetry in my teens than I write now. (Authors Note) a Prayer Here I lay In the darkness of my room Praying to all the Gods that I know That someday, Somewhere, Someway We can meet each other And...

This piece of poetry from Margins of the First Draft is one of those poems that makes me feel as if I can’t write anymore, as if I’ve lost some childish part of myself that once had a vivid imagination. I feel like life has dulled me and my writing has become boring....

This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft—a collection of very old poems. This was one of the first poems I ever wrote and published. Considering how young I was when I started writing, this one feels especially strange, because at that age, I knew very little...

This reflection is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry that stems from an overactive imagination and a speck of emotion. (Authors Note) Immortalized So, Today I wrote a poem Crippled by my fear That he will fade into the cruel passing of time...

This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry that was originally written in my teens, seems I was a very dramatic writer back then. (Authors Note Here) Flammable And I wish That my poetry was a flammable fluid With words spilling from my...

The original poetry collected here was written and reshaped from my old work a few years ago. I wanted to see how much my writing style had changed after years of not writing. This is also why I wanted to add some new poetry to the original pieces that would perhaps...