Thoughts and poems

the thoughts of others terrify me... so here's mine. (#1 poet - 08.03.19) (#1 sadpoems - 08.04.19) (#2 poem - 08.11.19) (#1 thoughtsandfeelings - 08.14.19)

Sad Quotes

Just a book of sad depressing quotes.

BOHEMIA

‪BOHEMIA 🌷🌼‬ ‪An abstraction of creativity. ‬ ‪Deeply rooted in the harrowing aspects of the human condition, my twelfth poetry collection, 'BOHEMIA' is a darker yet stark, poetic exploration of nature versus nurture through a poetry collection rife in love, loneliness, trauma and grief. ‬ Bohemia is a landscape; be...

Late Nights

Quotes from unknown places. Part 2 of "This One's for You"

Day and Night (Poetry)

" I know you are brave because you faced your worst nightmare and called it just a bad dream. " Warning: common symptoms from reading this book include joy, sadness, tears, laughter, chills, and spontaneous comments. Read at your own risk. HR: #1 in thoughts #1 in poet #1 sadpoetry #1 lovepoetry #1 rhyming #2 in poem...

If Only You Knew

|| poetry for the people i've loved, hated, lost & found || lower case intended. highest rankings: #4 in poetry / #1 in unsaid

In My Head

Midnight Thoughts

The things that my mind thinks of at midnight when my mind can never sleep. The reality and the dreams, emotions and thoughts all wrapped together In this collection of poetry I let you see what's inside of my mind and life. Enjoy reading these words.

almost is never enough//poetry

a collection of one line stories ~~~~ welcome to the tragedy that is my mind

intoxicated || poetry

poems about lovers i've never met and heartbreak i've never felt

melancholy memories || poetry

in which the downfall of a girl's mental health is documented through a series of poems

My Rain

Why does one raindrop seem to drown me?

the sound of my emotions

all of our emotions make a sound, and this is the melody of mine

My Sun

About the boy that shines the brightest

solace || poetry

in which the lost will never quite be found

late night poet

some poetry I write when I'm a tad bit delirious

lovely | poetry

Sometimes my voice dies in my throat, buries itself beneath waves of crippling suffocation, burns itself out as cold hands tear at my laced skin. I have smiled while my eyes have cried and pleaded, my wrists numb, my lips wobbling and blue, and stars escaping this dark night that I'm trapped in. I long for a darkness...