My mind is a battle field, My thoughts are its bullets.... The melancholies of a lost soul... Is all I sing..

Poetry book of an umbrella, who had her own way of life. × × × I write on the pictures in every page, I'll just keep adding anytime I can, but I'll love you to check it out! Comment and VOTE!!❤️ Happy Reading 🌺🌺

(My first poetry collection) Silence?! Yeah... The noise you make when you're alone .. happy reading!!❤️❤️✌️ #1 fewwords: 31/10/2020

A poem of which we become wonderers in our own thoughts😿 Let this poetic weaving create a song💆 Let the song flow in your heart💞 Do not forget to dance to its mysterious tune🎸 Who knows? It might be your last👣

update: currently being rewritten. i hope to come out with an updated version sometime soon. c: 'a picture that cannot be described in words but by the wind in the curtains and the bruises on an apricot'

《"The moon does not have light of it's own but it still shares the little light that it receives."》

This is mixture of scramblings, disclosed thoughts and feelings. A glimpse into past situations and experiences that have not been brought to light. Some inspirational advice I would have given to my younger self, that I would like to share with others. WARNING *May contain sensitive content *May contain strong language

A collection or compilation of poems and paragraphs that were written when depression, inspiration and realization hits me.

Poems that have been said to the wind and rain.

Welcome, Welcome, Welcome. To the story I tell, To the feelings I reveal, To the words I spell. I wish, I wish that you alone Could understand and capture The words of a young writer. Whom her poems are entangled by Her fallen parts. They call her The writer - The poetess. Full of nothing but Darkness - The 50 Shades Of Balladry.