❝its not love if it doesn't burn you alive❞ the tides always carry a part of our hearts away with them as they flood over graveyards of drowned skeletons with liquid hearts still seeping out of their broken ribs. sayra knew cinizia was nothing but a catastrophe－a heartwrenchingly beautiful one, but nonetheless still a catastrophe. the moment cinizia saw sayra she could feel her accursed veins hum with putrescent poison as the familiar ache which she had learnt to numb over countless years came alive. all sayra wanted to do was leave the town which has never been her home, what she didn't expect was to be caught in ilvermonia's deliquent goddess's web of spun sugar lies and satin touches.

This is a collection of poems. Some of them are very litteral and some are figurative. I hope by the end, you can hear the silent music I sing through the pages. All of these poems come straight from my mind to the page and very few are edited. Some may not stick to a strick format. I will try to publish at least one every other week. I ask that you do not use my work for anything else. Also, if you like this story, I am currently working on publishing a Teen Fiction Novel on Wattpad called Fragile. For all my friends out their who speak Greek, I will also be working on a translated version of each of my stories once they have been completed.

"I felt like tearing him apart when I saw him holding you and trying to kiss," Leo said, his fists clenched tightly. You could see him struggling with rage and the desire to return and rip the bastard apart. Leo was furious. He had no idea what was going on with him. Why is he interested in this girl? After all, she's just like the rest of all. Or maybe not. Maybe she is special, the only one you want to take care of and protect, and for whom you want to be better? A girl who cares about his dreams. He didn't believe in love and refused to admit to himself that he was growing increasingly attached to her.

An insight into the mind of one half of an undefined relationship. - A collection of shorts, poems & mind vomit written for the other half. (Comments, changes & constructive criticism are welcome)

Collection of Halloween-inspired short stories ... Don't read at night ... at your own risk.

"He's the aftermath of a storm; wet pavement and windswept brush. He's the lingering resonance of secondhand smoke; present enough to be known, yet not concentrated enough to blacken lungs." A collection of journal entries that depict a man struggling with inexplicable limerence. (and gay panicking.) 2021, soulbitten.

Different poems of my life and my feelings. Please no judgement

The people suffer. The royal thrive. Magic runs rampant. Few stand to fight. One caught up in the battle must choose to save ones self and live a life or bliss or take the risk and save millions.