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

Perhaps someday these words will make up for the bloodshot eyes and sleepless nights. [H.R: #13 in Poetry] beautiful cover by: @-averagesky

A collection of long and short poems for those that want sad and romantic poems to read. 'You held my hand, as my eyes leaked, whispered my name and kissed my cheeks' -Love Poems A\N :This is my first time writing poems so plz don't judge too harshly. Fair warning, not all my poems will make sense.

Indigo, a renowned magical painter, is closing for the night when an encounter with a mysterious stranger turns her world upside down. A woman asks her to make a painting for her dead brother, with only a photograph to guide her way. This new task quickly fills her life with dreams of the man in her portrait, those haunting grey eyes made out of charcoal and paint. She quickly turns to the darkest of magic, seeking to bring back her lover from the dead. But the question is, will he be the same as her lover in the painting?

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A metaphorical scheme on depression

❝It is not enough to notice the beautiful flowers as you walk past them. You need to reach for their soft petals, feel their essence, remember what it is to grow.❞ - Christy Ann Martine There is no escaping the past, or what's to come. Ellie Davis knows that all too well. Even as she lays in the field, with the sinking sun and the fading blue sky, suspended in time; she knows it can't be that way forever. As much as she wants it to be. She turns to her side, wringing the daisy chain on her wrist. The evening summer breeze brushes against her exposed skin. Her lids fall shut. "I wish you were here." She says to no one, no one at all, her words lost in the wind. Ellie Davis has had anything but a normal life. Living in a small, tight-knit town with a family like hers and all the secrets with them - her only escape is the graveyard. No one else goes there, for obvious reasons. That is, until she meets a boy - one she's never seen before. The rest of the town is bound to unravel his story soon enough. After all, they know her's. Or at least, part of it. The new guy in town, however, no one knows anything about his. But when he meets her, his story almost seems like nothing compared to her's - and she doesn't even know it.

Boy meets girl, girl falls in love, blah-blah-blah. Let me be clear with you from the beginning. This is not that kind of story. My name is Cait, and I live in the great city of New York. Okay, so maybe I've only lived here for a week and a half, sue me, but what else am I supposed to say? This strange and beautiful metropolis is my new home, or the closest thing I've probably ever had to a home, and I intend to make the most of my time here. I'm 20 years old, an ex-sophomore in college, and I'm really good at math. Obviously, I've never filled out any kind of bio before. This is my story. It's the kind of story where reality bites, love isn't always what it seems, and maybe - just maybe - everything won't suck in the end. #43 in General Fiction - 12/02/2016 #44 in Teen Fiction - 6/11/2017 _____ © Jandra Sutton. 2016. All rights reserved. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material - Followed, all content, and/or images - without express and written permission from the author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Followed is currently unpublished. For agent and publisher inquiries, please email me at jandra@jandralee.com.

《poetry and prose from a lost wanderer too shy to speak》 - Ayla Sahakian • Achievements: #90 in Literature | April 25th, 2021 #62 in Literature | April 26th, 2021 #3 in Poetryporn | April 27th, 2021