Poems from Authenticism
Hi, I’m Aspen! I’m 18 years old, and I live in Washington. This fall I am attending a local technical school for my pastry arts degree, and I hope to own my own bakery by 2025. In my free time, I write poetry and prose. I love writing about issues personal to me as it serves as a platform for me to get my feelings out.
Sometimes the best kind of love,
Is loving one’s self.
Perhaps, it is not arrogance,
But a beauty in its own right.
A heart does not beat...
You stepped into my heart lightly at first;
Careful, cautious, and planned.
Something shifted, and suddenly
You were full force, like an...
Self-discovery slapped me in the face
At the age of thirteen.
Cornered in the library, the popular girls,
With spittle flying from their...
Have I ever stopped to appreciate
The soft dip and curve of your hips?
The ridges on your thighs?
The image of you, painted pale in perfect...
Depression was a dirty word
In the crowded halls of our prep school
Who had time for that when hands
Were creeping up skirts
In study hall...