he said he wanted to see me dressed all in white but now he's the one rotting in it. cover by @satinebones

A collection of dark couplets.

In which a millennial black boy discovers the power of his thoughts and the impact of a pen. The consequences thereafter are devastating. A collection of shitty poems and real life experiences narrated from the perspective of a charcoal dreamer.

¡ Not all who wander are lost ¡

[Highest Rank: #2 in Poems, #1 in Lyric] Collection of Poetries and Prose. I wonder why most people write when they were sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and not when they were at their happiest moment. Then I realized, maybe it's because whenever we're happy we just wanted to cherish the moment with our eyes. We wanted to feel the joy and simply just enjoy it. We wanted it to be written in our memories because no one can steal it from there. But when we're sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and can't get over the pile of emotions by saying it to other people, that somehow even judge us, we have a pen and paper waiting for us to tell them. It's not as if you can keep those emotions to your memories. One day you'll just explode and it will really be a burden to carry it everyday. And if that happens, we still aren't ready to share it to other people, that's why we use them -pen and paper- 'coz they never judge. The things that even though you write so much, won't make you shut up and tell you you're being pathetic. It will listen to you without any complication. And surely it will never break the promise of telling it to everyone to have to be able to gossip about you. 'Coz when we're sad, we can't have the courage to even talk. When we're frustrated, we can't think clearly about the right things to say not to offend others. When we're broken, we just want to shut it all for once. When we're mad, we need to calm the storm so that we'll never shout to anyone. But with our pen and paper, there's no limitation. You can write all the things that you feel. No restriction. And isn't it a little bit of feeling okay.. when you somehow get out your chest those feelings? Impressive Ranks: #10 in Poetry #2 in Thoughts 🌻

the rancorous heart you kept locked up inside your ribcage could never be as devastatingly beautiful as the tender smile you always feigned. | pluviophiliac © 2019 |

the ghost of you keeps me awake [editor's choice 2021 | poetry] [cover by @qixing]

POETRY ECHOES OFF HER TONGUE 2016, revolved © POETRY | 3

She was not meant to fall in love with a mortal. [COMPLETED]

i can feel it all begin to fade ﾟ☆ [circa late 2020]