Nina Souza Grouès (Age: 17)

Les amours ne se baignent jamais deux fois dans les mêmes eaux Si ce n’est que les vagues les emportent pour souffrir doublement les mêmes maux   Alors que le fleuve est inchangé alors qu’il reste habité par ses torrents...

We’re our first house We’re our favorite teacher We’re our constant doubts and our most hated feature   We’re our daughter’s name our son’s eyes We’re our biggest shame  and the way our mother cries   We’re the snow on...

I tried calling Ophelia last night Have her whisper to me about love and madness About what it truly feels like to drown I could feel how reluctantly she picked up She said you couldn’t put words on everything  So...

I think I should’ve written a poem yesterday about time passing – or May honestly I don’t really speak clockwork  something uneases me about how they lurk   The truth is time waits for no one It feels a bit...

each sigh that has ever escaped my mother’s lips has set off fires in our walls that roared my name I realized today how tired they seemed of burning last night had finally fed me my own smoke by what...

I am made of perceptions. I see the clouds, the trees, but most often people. I see them as they wish to be seen, but also the part they believe occult. No matter if voluntary or not, they leave traces...