night

this is about sleep deprivation and crying

honeysuckle: poems by colleen cosette goodman

honeysuckles still bloom after dark. colleen cosette goodman © 2016-2018

wildflower honey.

vanilla scented poetry

The Butterflies Have Gone | ✔️

I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved

chaotic cosmos

just a place to put random prose and poetry

Catharsis | On Hold

Perhaps tomorrow, the flowers will begin to bloom for you, too. Wattpad Pick - 4/19/18 (Pocketful of Posey) Featured on TeenFiction (Trending Teen Fiction) Featured on WattpadPoetry (Heart Stains)

Lullabies.

You're stuck in my head like lullabies, singing me to sleep. Calming down my fears.

Blooming thoughts.

And the flowers that he grew in my lungs turned to wilted flowers, making it harder to breathe. And then the rain made them bloom again.

poems i came up with at 3 am

bit of a dark/random poetry dump, might be a bit intense and nonsensical at times,

phobia » poetry

persistent, irrational fear of a specific object, activity, or situation that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #20 in poetry 」

shades of love ➳ [poetry]

❝to love is to enjoy seeing, touching, and sensing with all the senses, as closely as possible, a lovable object which loves in return.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 04/01/18 ]

Starless | Poetry ✔️

rain, words, and bleeding ink. welcome to the mind of a poet.

Humans Have Soft Bones

Featured @WattPadPoetry [02/14/20] - Humans are soft, from their hearts to their bones. A collection of poetry from New York writer and poet. It showcases the fragility of human nature, both physically and emotionally. In this collection he uses themes like human anatomy, love, mental distress, mourning, death, and th...

1 am » poetry

when you still have this tiny, tiny bit of hope inside of you that they will learn how to love you again, even if there's this bigger part that knows: they never will. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #19 in poetry 」

Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️

❝she was simple, an angel born without wings. yet she was special, an enchanting song her lost soul sings. ❞ A dark and deep poetry collection of every little thing that makes us both unique and insane. ~ Highest ranking in Poetry: #7 ~ 1st Place in 2018 Ocean Awards ~ 1st Place 2018 Monthly Genre Awards ~

thoughts » poetry

w o r d s

12 am » poetry

it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.

because of you || poetry

in which the words that dribble from my broken lips are for you may 15, 2018 - july 15, 2019

N U D E - poetry of an unquiet mind ✓

I've undressed my mind; I'm in the nude. ✧ © 2018-20 rmm all rights reserved (under some construction, so some poems may appear missing for now -17/10/22)