A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

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

"Did he hurt you?" I shook my head under Seeley's massive palm. "Did he touch you?" I shook my head again, the nervous feeling in my stomach somehow disappearing. "Did you want him to kiss you?" These were all said through gritted teeth, but I could tell the last one was different than the other questions he had asked. I shook my head again, and Seeley dropped his head, shaking it softly. His head was at boob level for me, and I was scared his hair might brush against one of my girls. I stuck my tongue out after a few seconds, and his head snapped up, raising an eyebrow at me. "Did you just lick me?" He muttered, snatching his hand away from me. "I have no idea what you're talking about." I blinked up at him innocently as he rose back to his full height." Shoutout to @Laurellwrites for the amazing cover! Thank you! :)

a collections of thoughts, feelings, emotions that have been put into words and that have been gnawing at my brain. check out my other poetry book 'among the wildflowers.' ••• poetry collection explicit language all rights reserved completed O6.12.19 - O8.19.19 k-ashmir O1.2O.2O2O #1 - #poet #1 - #clarity #1 - #poetrybook O2.26.2O2O #1 - #freeverse O6.19.2O21 #4 - #poetrycollection

ǁ [WATTPAD FEATURED BOOK 2.4.2016] Shadows that whisper your name. ǁ #23 on 11/23/15

WE'RE SINGING TO THE SKY, PRAYING FOR THE SUN.