Strands Of Hope
Poetry, in the form of quatrain, meant to inspire, encourage, and lift the soul.
He would exhaust every piece of him just to write and write for more. And, if these words won't be able to reach her nor won't they be enough, his words implore nothing but one last request: please... come home. Limning vivid pictures through intricate words, Come Home dwells into gripping themes of loss and faltering...
A collection of dark tales and of lost happily-ever-afters. Join us as we go back to Once upon a times. Page after page, we bring you truth behind old tales modern tongues have twisted.
Welcome to a universe of ten word stories..... Enjoy xx (Copyright © March 2016 by jpav1405. All rights reserved)
There's a certain kind of warmth that slides off the edge of your thoughts, heavy and slick, dark and veiled, silky and smooth as ink to imprint on your heart. ...and these are those words. Special thanks to @sparrowed
A collection of poems inspired by the cover of darkness, in those fleeting moments between dreaming and waking when the world is magical.
These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.
"Dream for me, will you?" "No, I won't" ***** Amazing cover from: Me, myself January 8, 2016 #312 in Poetry January 13, 2016 #131 in Poetry January 16 ,2016 #113 in Poetry January 17, 2016 #89 in Poetry January 21, 2016 #66 in Poetry Formerly named, "Coffee, Tea o...
You are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
story #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-
it was just another day when daniel first saw eve. she didn't see him, but she didn't need to.
Evan is not sure if its the art or her that takes his breath away. Highest Rank: #135 in Poetry; #604 in Short Story
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 othe...
Is there a color of the sun? If so, it must be so much more than yellow.
And after all those mixed emotions and messed-up thoughts all I'm left with are these words.
❝ Summer rushed their veins with warm afternoons so their hearts became fireworks. ❞ (haiku poems) © nate k. 2014
❝ As the summer falls upon the end comes the beginning of a warm romance. ❞ (Secret Santa Service present for @AnchoredShips) © nate k. 2014
The offspring of inspiration derived from real human moments, strange magical poems, lighthearted laughter and some imagination.