I've planted a seed
This is my second collection of personal poems. My writing style has changed so I decided to start a new collection. This one is about healing, depression, stress, and overall life. I hope my poetry speaks to you.
This is my second collection of personal poems. My writing style has changed so I decided to start a new collection. This one is about healing, depression, stress, and overall life. I hope my poetry speaks to you.
"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
"As we graze our hands, over to the laying quill. Gently grabbed it, dipped it into ink. As silent as possible, the quill struggles. Wanting rip itself away from us, To try to breathe. But we won't let it. Held it down for a little while longer. Before pulling it out of it's misery. And wipe it on paper." A collection...
Observe these syllables I have arranged in no particular order and pretend to feel some sort of way. Featured story, highest rank #2 in poetry All rights reserved © #Wattys2016
To those who read these poems, thank you. I'm a bit strange when it comes to a writing style and will constantly experiment with my work. Please enjoy~
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
THIS IS AN ASSORTMENT OF POEMS THAT VARY IN MOOD, THEME AND VISION. VERSATILITY IS MY COMMON AIM AND I HAVE POURED OUT MY HEART AND SOUL INTO EACH OF THESE WORKS. I HOPE MY VISION FINDS A MIRROR IN YOUR HEARTFELT RESPONSES. LET THIS POETIC JOURNEY BEGIN WITH THE MELODY OF CREATIVITY.
❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]
The largest collection of two and one sentence horror stories on watt pad. Cover by @wordgirlalways
In fear and screams our dreams were held captive in these bitter shrouds Heartaches in bandages too small May never heal at all When our greater protection wanes will we drown in bleak and hated days? Poems about these tragic and confusing times we live in. These are scary times and full of mixed emotions and uncerta...
I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)
❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]
gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.