•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people, this is how we cope with life. In three words, how we live is described. But I'm here to make sure our story is described with more words. More feeling. I'm here to make sure you know that you're not alone and your life can be described in more than three words. Words that make you feel like the sun is kissing you in the middle of winter, which is Apricity. Words that make the storm your living in feel like a light drizzle of rain, which is Sirimiri. Words that go into your ear sounding like wind against trees, which is Psithurism. I'm an addressing Numinous (describing experiences that make you fearful yet awed.) So here is my gift to you, my adoxography (beautiful writing of a subject little talked about). Here are my poems. Highest rankings- •#48 in poetry 12•16•17 •#36 in poetry 12•..•17 •#32 in poetry 1•10•18 •#26 in poetry 1•13•18 •#14 in deep poems 6•21•18 •#2 in deep poems 1•3•19 •#9 in deep poems 2•4•19 •#10 in deep poems 3•28•19 •#4 in deep poems 4•27•19 •#1 in deep poems 4•30•19 •#8 sad poems 8•19•20 •#1 sad poems 2•1•21 Trigger warning , deep topics talked about stay safe loves

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

S O W E D: Words planted to grow into love. Highest Rank - #1 in POETRY The bravest thing I've ever done was not forgetting how to love myself when everyone else did

Drops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from where I stand I don't care if I'm under a storm All I know is those little drops are stories Every day I learn new things from this horror But I can turn them into drops of poetries. This is a compilation of my poems :)