A collection of poems, cover by: @itsmarrosee || I am the fray at the end of the yarn, cut from the new blanket, before it becomes a gift.

Sometimes dreams go wrong, sometimes we follow them a little too far, and sometimes we wake up shivering in the night with sweat pouring down our necks. A collection of short poems by a novice.

A collection of short stories, poems and bits and scraps of stories long forgotten, or stories yet to be told.

(#7 in poetry 05/09/18) ❝your new prescription pills is my haiku and senryu poems.❞ A collection of Haiku and Senryu poetry that were the result of all those experiences and memories that broke my heart and I. I sincerely hope that no one can relate to some of these. Thank you and enjoy!

What if the only thing you have left is just a piece of paper? Well, more of a whole stack of papers, a thousand to be exact. Origami is the only thing for the one who folds again and again, one paper bird at a time. It's the only hope this person has who has fallen into the depression of knowing nothing will ever change, alone with no one to catch them. But it's not until a magical paper world opens up to this person, filled with life and color compared to the dark and gloomy life. The only question is: Will these paper cranes give this person hope once more or will they abandon this person in the darkness?

*319 PEAK in Poetry Charts* People don't run out, we are unlimited and all of us contribute something different to people's lives and the world as a whole, some leave negative impacts, other positive. This collection goes through various people I have encountered in my lifetime so far and what they have marked on me and how they enlightened me.

***Poetic story*** He used to give her a white orchid every day. But she never asked, why an orchid or why the color white? But one day he took her to a place to make her understand the meaning. Now she believes in the orchid but a purple one, not a white one. To know about the meaning of her purple orchid read the whole story.

"What will you say when I show you my locked up secrets, burried in the center of my heart? Will you still love me then, or will you just run like them?" ▪ ▪ ▪ A series of poems.

Paper Stains; a collection of poem and prose. July 21 - #460** July 07 - #548 July 05 - #635