"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.]
a collection of aesthetically pleasing poems, written by a not-so-talented girl. #118 in poetry 2.19.16 #73 in poetry 5.22.16
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
Sometimes all you can do is write, even if you feel like your words can burn through the paper.
ephemeral (noun): lasting a very short time; short lived; temporary. [highest ranking omfg: #104 in poetry]
"The colors of knowledge splash onto the blank canvas of my mind," -ddiaz80 These poems are based on most colors of the color spectrum and will be laced with my emotions. Enjoy :) {Criticism would be very much appreciated}. I DO NOT OWN THE ARTWORK FOR THE COVER
❝ When actions aren't enough to express, let the pen do its magic instead. ❞ © nate k. 2012
❝ As the summer falls upon the end comes the beginning of a warm romance. ❞ (Secret Santa Service present for @AnchoredShips) © nate k. 2014
❝ Summer rushed their veins with warm afternoons so their hearts became fireworks. ❞ (haiku poems) © nate k. 2014
❝ One by one, he unravels these wishes as the snow gently falls from the sky. ❞ © nate k. 2014
❝ He got too curious so she finally reveals what makes it so special. ❞ © nate k. 2014
But of course, there's no such thing as paradise when rotting beings are roaming the earth, craving for human flesh. [Horror #789] 5/7/2014
he thinks she isn't beautiful, maybe he is just not into beautiful she thinks he is intoxicating, so unimaginable, addictive * note - quite happy with some of this but I will re-write this. I just wrote what I was feeling for the characters at the time. Please don't judge this too hard lol
Journey Home c.2013, Olan L. Smith Journey Home is a collection of poems that is a personal search for my spiritual home. I go about this search with the tools of poetry using the English language as my map. Love, peace and freedom, Olan L. Smith
Poetry assembled from the very depths of a deranged mind. Trigger warning. Tragedy ensues.
"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
if you stare, at even the pretty people, they start to become uglier and uglier until all the perfections are flaws and their face is just a disfigured blur. ≈≈≈ each chapter dedicated to an amazing writer or friend.
We all believe in fallacies. But the biggest fallacy of all is that dreams do come true. When it's quite apparent they do not. All Rights Reserved.
❝You never know what's going to happen, but there will always be moments to remember.❞ 27/3/2015 : #70 in Poetry
