BlogHide Resteemsindigowaltz (62)in poetry • 8 years agoWhy I'm Not A Buddhist: My First Ever PoemSticking to the theme of all my very firsts in writing, I went digging through my writing and found my first ever poem. This poem was posted a while back but I'm not sure anyone saw it, so I thought…indigowaltz (62)in memories • 8 years agoThe Rain: My First Ever Attempt At Creative WritingI found this story just today, it's from around three years ago (The time when I first started writing for fun instead of for school). This was the first thing I ever wrote like ever, so thank 13…indigowaltz (62)in teenwriting • 8 years agoDirtThis is my second attempt at my first story, "Taphephobia." I am just 16, and I failed English twice, so don't be too critical. I had fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading what I wrote.…indigowaltz (62)in teenwriting • 8 years agoTaphephobiaJust so you are all aware, I'm no writer. I am just a 16 year old with a love for words. My latest challenge (Given by a teacher) was to write something other than depressing poetry, which was…indigowaltz (62)in poetry • 8 years agoNyctophobiaI should’ve gone out for iced-cream, Before the doctors pronounced me dead, Nothing crazy, just vanilla - Then a bullet in my head. I should’ve brought along some rainclouds, For when my…indigowaltz (62)in poetry • 8 years agoPurpleAs always the image is my own original, intended for this specific use. Purple You slept with your contacts in And you woke up seeing red The world seemed to be coughdrop colored It felt…indigowaltz (62)in poetry • 8 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.I Am DiagonalI Am Diagonal Can I call myself a writer? Now that I’m published at 16, Is it me against the millions now? Just fighting to be seen, Will I waltz across the water? While they all sink and…indigowaltz (62)in poetry • 8 years agoFlaming DaisiesYou’re just so hauntingly heavenly, Like you taught the stars to fly. You drown the nighttime with the daytime, Waltzing golden colors through the morning sky. You’re my Saint-Tropez…indigowaltz (62)in poetry • 8 years agoRitalinYou’re so 9am perfect, With painkiller pride, Your pretty pity is possessing, Won’t you be my cyanide? Who needs prescriptions? When love is in the air, You’re my Ritalin reality…indigowaltz (62)in poetry • 8 years agoNicotineYou died in my dream last night, And yet I didn’t wake up crying, I wanted to feel somewhat sorry for you, But it hurt my head just trying, I found my old suicide note, I guess that makes…indigowaltz (62)in teenageangst • 8 years agoNoirI started listening to “The Smiths” again I guess that shows you how I feel Old 80’s bands were onto something Maybe that adds to their appeal Fall colors make me furious They just make me…indigowaltz (62)in poetry • 8 years agoArguing With The Skeletons In My ClosetArguing With The Skeletons In My Closet I’d like to think I’m something Like a watered-down firebrand Cause I’ve got all the perks of a maniac Scrawled out sloppily on my writing hand And…indigowaltz (62)in poetry • 8 years agoI Told The Universe I Exist And I Don't Need ReplyI Told The Universe I Exist And I Don't Need Reply I feel older now At least older than 16 The world seems like it's so much smaller Yet there's so much I haven't seen My siblings are ahead…indigowaltz (62)in poetry • 8 years agoReality, Vonnegut, and MeReality, Vonnegut, And Me Play The Smiths at my funeral Then play games on my grave Laugh at my old photographs That you know you won't save Write about it Scream about it By all means go…indigowaltz (62)in poetry • 8 years agoPurple Petals, A PoemPurple Petals Fallen purple petals Withered with the passing days If only I could have uttered That shatteringly simple phrase I'm sorry Very sorry It seems like only children weep When…indigowaltz (62)in poetry • 8 years agoA Page From My DiaryA Page From My Diary Throw shade at the sun And sucker-punch the stars Light fire to your memories And throw your senses behind bars They will just slow you down So leave them behind You…indigowaltz (62)in poetry • 8 years agoGreen Eyes, a poemGreen Eyes An indigo child completely You're always blue and beautiful Waltzing around the empty ballroom Just behind your teary green eyes The crowd clears And you're left standing alone…indigowaltz (62)in writing • 8 years agoBubble Gum: An Ode To Growing UpHubba-bubba bubble gum And still undried tears A large lack of motivation No dreams in these teenage years Im currently working on consistency writing at least once per day But I cant help…indigowaltz (62)in poetry • 8 years agoSprained AnkleI sprained my ankle running away from all my troubles I forgot to lock the front door when I left now it's all just rubble Rubble, burning rubble Scented like the scented candle that burned away…indigowaltz (62)in writing • 8 years agoProcrastiNATIONTime bombs ticking under the stairs That look in your eyes Knots in your hair Halloween has long since past But we hide under the kitchen sink Wearing our scariest masks The time forgot us…
