We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.

They weren't supposed to meet. But life does that sometimes; it throws in a couple of new faces that bring you the utmost of joys in the most unlikeliest of places, and every now and then, you'll come across someone who changes you - someone who's genuine and wonderful and full of hope; someone who changes your perspective on the things that you had stored away in the cardboard box sitting in the dark corner of your closet, someone who opens up your eyes to new things; bright and beautiful things that you can't believe you hadn't seen before, someone who's iridescent. And once you meet them, nothing will ever compare.

''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out to the owners.

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

I'm fine. But what does it mean? A phrase said for years but usually meaning a lie. A settlement for how something could be? Or a false testimony for the way that I'm feeling? Raindrops of Reality is a personal collection of poems, with the will to translate various emotions through a rather free form of writing. All my life, I thought poetry was too complex, but it wasn't true. Relatable, passionate, and free are the guiding words of my poems. Enjoy! ღ Highest ranks: poetrycollection, poesia, existence, metaphor, poetical, poembook, shortpoem, poet, shortstory, poem, sentiment, thoughtsandfeelings, sadpoems, thoughts, poemcollection, lovepoem, creativewriting, quote, deepthoughts, emotional, haiku, rhyme, prose, freeverse #1 darkacademia #4 poetry #6 Awards: 2nd place - The Andromeda Awards © 2021 Claire Bourdon All Rights Reserved.

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confessions of a teenage girl...a series of letters i wrote, but never sent. dedicated to people who loved me, but not the same way; people who hurt me; people who healed me; and people i tried to heal. #2 in poetry, jan. 3rd, 2021. #1 in #poembook, mar. 27, 2021. #1 in #realtalk, may 11, 2022. #1 in #poet, sept. 6, 2021. #1 in #poem, may 14, 2021.

[ poetry/short stories/collection ] ❝ you made the truth into what I lied, and I lied that I was beautiful ❞ . . . a collection of rainbows, theories, and dreams, of words faded around the edges with meanings that nothing could ever fade. a collection of seashells and nostalgia, sand filled baseball caps, scraped knees and bleeding hearts, colorless colors, stories of the lost and the found, and times when we are lost at sea. © 2021 @uranium-girl february 23, 2021 - march 18, 2021