buddhas-buddha : Writing

Monsoon Rains

Monsoon Rains

A Poem by buddhas-buddha


My CW teacher loves this one the most -- I don't.
Boys Can Be Art, Too

Boys Can Be Art, Too

A Poem by buddhas-buddha


Some "response to art" poem for creative writing class
goodbye

goodbye

A Poem by buddhas-buddha


high school is ending :((((
JFYI

JFYI

A Poem by buddhas-buddha


I’m sorry I pushed the snooze button, Stopped the alarm at 4 AM, And slept in for another hour and a half (Instead of waking up like I..
Morning

Morning

A Poem by buddhas-buddha


Morning I want to wake up one morningto the smell of panca..
Running in Non-Concentric Circles of Life

Running in Non-Concentric Circles of Life

A Story by buddhas-buddha


The Lion King was my favorite movie when I was younger. I would sit there, crying shamelessly as I watched it; I still do, sometimes. The opening scen..
You Are Not The One

You Are Not The One

A Story by buddhas-buddha


You Are Not The One I can't imaginewaking up to the sight of you,sitting at the edge o..
Don't Yell at me

Don't Yell at me

A Story by buddhas-buddha


Wrote this on my way into NYC last weekend Also coming up with a title is hard i don't like this.
It's been six years

It's been six years

A Story by buddhas-buddha


We talked about gods and goddesses and religion; we lay on the soft moss that covered the boulders in the shade; we tickled our chins with buttercup f..

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