{ they say the best inspiration comes from pain, right? } these are a collection of poems about love (& other equally as intoxicating things) that i've written. it's updated whenever life inspires me to put pen to paper (or thumb to i phone notes). which, you know, will probably be weekly at the least. leave me a co...
i've got a lot to say. i've got not a lot of guts to say. i've gotta say i'm my anger. i've got a lot to say through poems. i've got spit-fire, cold ember to say.
you're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016
"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in life. Poems to make you smile, and poems to make you cry. Long poems, sh...
~Poetry ~Lyrics ~Random thoughts ~Letters to anon ~Journal entries **All names mentioned throughout the book other than my own have been changed for the purpose of privacy**
You are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depress...
"Maybe it wasn't worth it. All the laughs and good times," A tear slides down my cheek as I watch the scene unfolding before me. "Maybe he wasn't worth it," someone whispers. ****** Charlotte Parker is in her senior year of high school. She has it all, popularity, plenty of friends, good grades, a loving mother. She'...
One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
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
parallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an apparent shift in the position of an object, such as a star, caused by a ch...
