in which the poet that once resided in my soul is now gone

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?

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

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

❝ she won't be a damsel in distress nor will she be someone as important. but she'll be there to redress your wounds and swab every hurting scar clean. she'll scare the hell out of you, but she'll keep your demons at bay. she won't cry pretty, but at least she'll try to cry all of the guilt off. and she isn't that easy on the eyes but her words will cling to you like a battle armour, fending, protecting. she can be your savior if you let her. ❞ → #5 in poetry [12/28/19] → featured in 'Summer Workshop 2016' as 'Talk of the Workshop'

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

the ghost of you keeps me awake [editor's choice 2021 | poetry] [cover by @qixing]

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.