My poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.

''poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.'' - robert frost

(poems)

w o r d s

{stars} "she was carried to land from the stars up above where heavenly angels learn about love and although she was grateful her wings began growing a dark faded color that was in its last brewing she had turned on the good and made peace with the devils the madness that she held had reached ultimate levels so in her final breath she went out with a bang a growing reminder of a celestial brain" - call me dxath:)

dear world, why are you so mean? sincerely, me. ---------- tell me what you think my dears

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

❝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 ]

in which the lost will never quite be found