I’m Liz Corn, i’m a 21 year old author from Minnesota. I grew up in a household that was very very accommodating to my writing. I was enrolled in special programs from the first grade on that helped nurture my story telling and eventually my poetry. I guess I would attribute my love of poetry to my seventh grade english teacher Mr. Ken Walden. He gave me my first constructive criticism instead of coddling me and telling me everything I wrote was “gold-star and on-the-fridge worthy.” He grew my abilities with a project in which I had to write one poem for 30 elements of nature. It was there I discovered my preferred writing style.
I love the breaking up of syllables and sentences with line breaks. I feel it gives pieces a certain flow and emotion that free-writing may obscure. When I write, I don’t use drafts. Everything you see is an original. I feel that this brings a sort of raw energy to most of my work.
This was the first piece I wrote that got big on Tumblr. I wrote it soon after I started dating my current boyfriend. It’s about how someone can echo things in nature that make you feel the most safe, relaxed, and at home
I wrote this piece shortly after a rough patch with Jared before we starte dating. He was seeing someone else, and this poem is about how much it can hurt if you hold on to someone who was never yours.
This piece is about feeling insecure in relationships with people who are more experienced than you. It’s about reconciling your faults with each other and overcoming insecurities.
I wrote this piece immediately after my boyfriend told me he loved me for the first time. It was a hard road; I had said I Love You almost three months earlier and this poem is about how even though you may get some bruises on the way, the end of the journey and peering into someone else’s heart can be the most rewarding thing in the world.
This poem is about feeling at peace with the earth when you are with someone who makes you whole.
This piece is about feeling invincible. It’s about saving the smallest moments that you want to keep forever, and using them to shield yourself against the cold and darkness of the world.
I wrote this piece after my grandfather died. It was the first time I had ever seen my father cry.
This piece is about the worry and insecurity that comes immediately after someone tells you they love you. It’s about how many different kinds of love, and the concern that the person you’ve fallen for defines love in a very different way from you, and the possible repercussions of that definition.