poetry written when i met someone lethal, but the good kind, if there is one. ❝i love you so much that it hurts my head. i don't mind you under my skin; i'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.❞ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.2 #10 in poetry on 8.19.15 & 8.29.15 © wraiths™ 2015
a collection of poems i have written when i was filled with intense emotions sporadically updated [#71 POETRY]
“but i must admit i miss you quite terribly. the world is too quiet without you nearby. i go to bed early and rise late and feel as if i have hardly slept at all.”
I'M WRITING THIS BECAUSE I AM ANGRY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THIS FIRE; I AM A COLLECTION OF BLACKENED COALS BUT BENEATH A LAYER OF ROCKS THERE IS A FIRE RAGING ON MORE PASSIONATE THAN EVER. BUT I AM ALONE, ALL CAMPERS HAVE FOOLISHLY EVACUATED. OR MAYBE IT IS MY FAULT FOR NOT SMOKING ENOUGH, OR NOT SPARKING TH...
A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014
the scrape of a prism on us; you're the paintbrush and i am your canvas and together we draw so many convoluted lines on our lives.
❝ He got too curious so she finally reveals what makes it so special. ❞ © nate k. 2014
Collection of sad poetry. A lot of love and heartbreaks. Depressing and a little happiness. All rights reserved Whatsupmic
it was just another day when daniel first saw eve. she didn't see him, but she didn't need to.
❝Some people are meant to fall in love with each other but not meant to be together.❞ © tilmorning. Book 1.
A boy, a girl, and a bottle of booze. © tilmorning. The third installment, following the stories 'something' & 'where we fell'.
❝Maybe we fell in love because we can't be together.❞ A sequel to the story 'something' told in his own words. © tilmorning
Mercury's back - with a past she's trying to forget or rather a person, things are more than a little complicated with her reckless lifestyle and throw in Jack who's even more addicting then Jasper? Then we have a problem sergeant and a very big one at that. a novel-told-in-verse WARNING: THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO JASPER...
Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...
