Janie Greene shot her father seven times with a silver pistol, and doesn't regret it, even when she's sent to an institution for mental issues. Janie is smart, though, and finds a way to escape the institution without anyone knowing. While out, she runs into Noah Waters, who's only interest is in how deep her blue eyes are, and who has no idea what she's done - and she becomes dead set on never letting him find out. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀• • • ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ When the court charged Janie Green guilty of murder, and had her hauled to a hospital where she would stay until deemed mentally stable, she knew she wouldn't really be staying. So that's why Janie finds a way to escape, out to the sun and sky where no one in her hospital's small town will recognize her or know what she's done. It's perfect until she meets Noah Waters - a boy with dirty brown-blond hair and green eyes that smiles crookedly and wants to know why her eyes are blue if her last name is Greene. He's aloof, interested, and determined to know who Janie Green is and how he can make her his. Meanwhile, she's just determined to not let him find out that she shot her father... and more than once.

Poems that hopefully cures my stifled perception. Short stories evoked by strong waves of thought and empathy. Provides the perfect abstract of thoughts, regardless of how displeasing they are. Amaranth, an archive and poetry.

I miss your last glacé clandestine kiss, I miss the way you left me with a broken promise, I miss our love's perfidious bliss, I miss how i felt falling down your tenebrous abyss, and now I dip my feather into the murky ink to frame a masterpiece of times I thought you and I shared a love that was endless - remi

this is a series of encounters and farewells

for you, the sun shines. the flowers grow. the night comes. everything just glows. all rights reserved 2020 ©artoxicated

A poetic series. "my tears watered you into flowers and kept you in my Garden of Lovers."

❝𝑺𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔❞ ━━©aphroditesdiamond 2020

[ P O E T R Y ] ➹ my blood is a bald cherry, its stem grows when the hands point in a single direction then it waits to coil on cutout tongues. 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 © 2019 cherrienoodles

be my cynosure, stain my lips with aphrodisiacal delusions of us. touch me not, for the moment you do, i shall search for it for the rest of my life. collection of poetry reuploaded - 12•28•20

love poems 4 ur s/o, ur friends, ur family and most importantly, for yourself. written by me , mossfaery , when my heart was fullest and i was having picnics with Love themselves.