An antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]

a collection of haiku poems. ➳ originally written [#03 in poetry - 7.13.16]

GOOD BYE My friend.....Goodbye [Highest Rank: #84 in poetry] [ Highest Rank: #166 in poem] [ Highest Rank: #78 in poem] 8/7/18 A collection of raw poems which some could relate to and some could just enjoy with a hot cup of tea whilst snuggling into the warmth of your best fluffy blanket. Warning these selection of Poems may break your heart and you may shed a tear or two! Give 'em a try if you're depressed, going through something rough or just looking for emotion filled Poems.

"Is she an MR?!" 'What's an MR?" Tom asks responding to Violet's question and me being myself I interrupt the conversation. "MR?! I know what's an MR! M stands for Miss and of course I'm a Miss. And R stands for Romantic. And I'm a very romantic person. So that explains that I'm an MR." I smirk at them. "No Miss Romantic! MR stands for Mentally Retarded. And I asked if you are one?" my jaw drops and a gasp leaves my lips. What?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!? "Of course I am!" I respond dropping all other jaws in the room in process. I continue with my tribal dance swaying my hips, waving my hands in air and closing my eyes only to end up on the floor and start laughing all over again. Am I the only one laughing? Of course! (Summary inside) •••••••••••••• If you're looking for a Cliché bad boy romance oopsi doopsi, you're at the wrong place! Thank you @kimsona for such a pretty cover Thank you so much @-StayingUpLate for editing my chapters and making it beautiful! Please enter at your own risk! Cliffhangers ahead! •••••••••• Editing.... Highest ranking #5 in Humor as on 14/9/16

Every stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]

"Thus, what is the answer?" "We'll see." He smiled _______ This book is written by a thirteen year old girl so excuse the boring storyline and the crucial errors. ||Copyright © by Mikay Asong||

Original poems put together to make a fabulous collection. Poems about the wrong society does and the tragedy that happens in every day life. After all a lot of walking people are dead inside. Enjoy!

Just some experts of stories I'll never write and poems I'll never publish :)

We both lost something in the beginning We both found something on our way back up I thought it meant something more Apparently it did not But last summer was great

"We were a story half-finished, hanging by fragile threads of what-ifs, told through the poetry and tragedy of almosts."