She descended from the clouds, falling through the sky gracefully. After her long journey, she…
It’s those nights, the ones that seem to stretch like an old rubber band that…
The Writer writes for that’s all he knows. He gnaws at his pencil as all…
A child knows what their parents need them to be. They perceive what is absent…
Always searching, hearts forever on reserve, anxiously waiting. A madness is stirred like a ripple…
What can I say about the year 2020? More like, what can’t I say? I…
For- Linda 6 years and 6 feet under, I missed you before you were even…
I doubt I’m the first to say I’ve struggled with self-image. It’s a common thing,…
You spend your days wearing the face of others. Oh, what a monumental power to…
Love Such a versatile word One can say they love a person, or the soft…
Nia Rose Writes 