If the words are unimportant, all music would be instrumentals.

This book was named by @rola007 thanks sister :D And the cover photo is edited by @MelodyRush thanks rasha, I loved it :) Hope you enjoy the reads :)

Psychopaths know that the best way to exploit emphatic people is take advantage of our natural desire to help and care for others. They do this by orchestrating not one, but many, pity plays. They fabricate illness; they describe fake injuries; they lie about being the victims of theft, car accidents, and various other disasters; and they lament about how their "crazy" exes broke their hearts -hearts they don't actually have. They deliberately spin their tales of woe, in order to cement the psychopathic bond that they've created by love bombing and flattering us. They use pity plays to portray a façade of real humanity and emotional depth. They pretend to be good people going through rough times and this is how they are able to manipulate anyone who is kind and loving. So BEWARE of the "Pour Me" routine. As Martha Stout writes: "The most reliable sign, the most universal behavior, of unscrupulous people is not directed, as one might imagine, at our fearlessness".

"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]

She walked down the street Then smoke filled her lungs Trouble had found her She could tell cause it stung She looked into the eyes Of a mistreated child His Eyes darting around Leaving her mind to run wild Hands darted out Pulling her in 'What do you want?' No answer was given She felt the grasp Of an emotionless boy Then she realized For them She was just a toy

Maybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, because in reality... we are society. I've come to realize that just maybe, were all meant to be a little insane.

Fantasy worlds... (2013) A writing exercise in visual sensations.

I would rather be a ghost on your windowsill than sleep alone again.

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]