it was in the darkest hours of the day that i felt most comfortable in. a collection of words: [ © victoria g. two thousand and fourteen ] |cover created by -therapy|

A brief poetry anthology. This collection was a Showcase Finalists in the Atty Awards. Quaternion: "I Knew a Girl with Winter in her Eyes" Ode: "Chicory & Lace" Rhyme Royal: "Le Premier" Nonnet: "When Birds Fly Together" Recueillement: "Overgrowth" Free Verse: "Seven Years" Rhyming Couplets: "I Speak Fluent Poetry" Haiku 5-7-5: "I only saw the blue in the Rainbow" Rhyming Octonaries: "Weep for me at Midnight Noon" Monostich: "Close" Enjambment: "Empty Packages"

She set out to destroy herself, piece by piece she fall apart until the remains were too scattered and maybe she should've stopped from lighting herself on fire but why would she, when she had a lighter and the world around her was a tank filled with gasoline? Why is destruction so beautiful? She thought destruction was beautiful so she set out to destroy herself. [ beautiful cover by @saddened] {Poetry #68 / Teen Fiction #575} {Poetry #59 / Teen Fiction #604}

you are a tidal wave and she is constantly out of reach.

i see stars when i think of you.