* FEATURED ON @WattpadPoetry * A Haiku and Senryu collection. "All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allan Poe

Sometimes I just get tired looking for my stolen matches, and so these places remain unlit. Copyright 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #25 in Poetry 12/06/2016 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All credits belong to their respective owners.

"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in life. Poems to make you smile, and poems to make you cry. Long poems, short poems. HIGHEST RANK: #5 in Poetry

it was just another day when daniel first saw eve. she didn't see him, but she didn't need to.

❝ everything inside of me is living in your heartbeat. ❞ © nate k. 2015

Love is a messy kind of art.

She told him not to do it but he took his life anyway. Told in free-verse poetry with sparse limerick/rhyming qualities, you don't know their names, but you'll forever remember their story. #Wattys2014

(poem book) *editing* poems about a girl whose thoughts don't let her sleep at night.many of you may relate . so read and give your views and you will have someone who will understand your pain . you are not alone :) don't steal my poems plx :). all rights reserved. (achievments) *HQ love award (watty2014winner) 30 Jan 2015 #44 in poetry ( 24th Nov 2014 ) #372 in romance(24th Nov 2014) #316 in romance (28 Nov 2014) #245 in romance (30 Nov 2014) #32 in poetry(30 Nov 2014) #28 in poetry (11 December 2014) book cover by:-BriannaT000

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

So this is where everything goes down. When the mind screams for freedom but the heart won’t let go from the key. When the imprisoned and innocent captive doesn't have more space available for all his painful memories and needs to breathe again in open spaces. However, the prisoner cannot get rid of the memories while the heart clutches the key like it’s the only thing worth living for. Who can judge him? He beats for that key. What he doesn't know yet is that if he holds it for much longer, it will only end in his shattering and the mind’s suffocation.