a series of poems since don't you find ugly things pretty? 04/11/20 - 03/01/21

poetry and stuff for a girl i've been crushing on for a year (Copyright © 2018 by vanillaVDE)

❝ I couldn't find my peace, but found the words, where my solace lies, perhaps my escape times. from the every stage, from the every rage, my hope is rising, a journey of healing. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ #82 on poetry (01.03.2023) A beautiful journey of healing of every stage - with my Twinny @_Summer14

poetry © 2018-2019

Thoughts and feelings that have been hidden for too long. - To the one with a broken heart and lost mind, this one is for you, sweetheart.

„He set her on fire to keep himself warm until the day when she burned everything down..." _____________ A tumultuous odyssey of how to let go of someone you love. _____________ Highest ranking: #2 in poetry, #1 in poems, #1 in expression 01/09/2018 #2 in poem, #4 in poems, #9 in poetry 29/08/2018 #2 in poem, #5 in poems, #11 in poetry 28/08/2018 #4 in poem, #6 in poems, #13 in poetry 25/08/2018 1st Place Winner (Poetry) in the "Stardust Awards" 2018 Winner Peoples Choice Awards (Poetry) of the "Tiny Awards" 2018 Winner Peoples Choice Awards (Poetry) of the "Quill And Ink: International Book Awards" 2018 3rd Place in Poetry of „The Belle Amé Awards" 2018 3rd Place in Poetry of „The 2nd Ohana Awards" 2018 Kindness always wins. Leave a ❤️ on someone's message board. They will appreciate it. Love will always win. Started: 23/07/2018 Completed: 31/03/2019 ©Denise Darvruni, 2018 All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Contact the author for permissions. I don't own the rights to the pictures used or the definitions in this book. Cover by the amazing @poisonlilac

an ode to my birthplace.

in which the lost will never quite be found

Oh, what the hell.

/Poetry in prose/ With love for the one I wish to keep whole; To keep happy and overly sweet and mesmerisingly pastel in one piece --- (sadly, away from my pernicious influence...) With love for the one who doesn't care about keeping me whole; The one who holds parts of my withered little heart; The one that isn't very careful about what venomous words his pitch black mouth spits at me// What vile vile things will crawl out of his rotten mouth... The one who holds out his ash coloured hand like he owns me... The one, who perhaps does... With love for the rest....