winter changes a lot of things. the forest sings hymns of a frozen country, the ice shields our forgotten memories, blue seas have long to journey before they turn to mist, these are the days from an artist's messy canvas, the pine trees are covered in snow, fire-place afternoons and time that slows, the story-tales are hushed on every street, the winter bird hums a song so sweet, these are new beginnings and the end of times- those days when winter arrives. A mini collection of poetry and prose to read by your window sill during cold winter nights. 25 in poetry, January 7th 2021. mypoemattic © 2020.

Highest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My words. You'll be charged before God if you copy so think before you do it. I can forgive anything but my poetry means THE WORLD to me. :)- Publishing date [July 20, 2016] Ending date [September 15, 2019] Ranking on the last update: #391 in Poetry, #10 in poesia and #3 in poesie #18 in Poetry [January 7, 2021] #44 in Poetry [August 19, 2021] Featured at @WattpadPoetry

#collection 3 : open letters "aught"- anything at all ; nothing receiver's address: where our stars last crossed. sender's address: hopefully, in your thoughts. subject: welcome to aught. 18.12.20 - ongoing (slow updates) © ariettetrisdale cover credits: @Ashes_and_Dust1202

( Featured ) Heartsease - peace of mind. The one where I organize the plethora of words residing somewhere in the corner of my mind in a muddle into what we call poetry. ~ ➳ Featured on @WattpadPoetry [07-02-22] , @WattpadAnthologies [03-11-20] & @WattpadAsianFantasies [06-08-22 ] ➳ Wattpad India Awards 2020 Winner. Highest Ranking: #13 in poetry, #1 in poesie, #1 in poesia __________ ©️ safayre [2020] Plagiarism is a crime.

que-ren-cia (n.) a place where one feels safe, a place from which one's strength of character is drawn; a place where one feels at home. {prose} herein lies a place for simple, calming, de-stressing imaginations.

My question marks were never caged but they always find ways to conceal their images and trick the pachydermatous spectator with artifice. Maybe, certainty can be Socrates listening to the mixtape in my closet? Maybe uncertainty can be me without my question marks at all.