"i. they tell me they 
cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them
 that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. science. history. iv. but i want to speak. there are moments that fleet away when i do not store them. there are impulses that dab off when i do not write. v. when i am alive, i burst
open with Slyvia Plath and Robert Frost. my hair fluffs with words. my veins cry with poetry. vi. welcome to my poetry book. i hope you drown in the words you sink in." ©theperfectphoenix Established -- [09-03-2016] Highest Rank : #2 in Poetry. Now A Wattpad Featured Book! [20-05-2016]

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 other disasters; and they lament about how their "crazy" exes broke their hearts -hearts they don't actually have. They deliberately spin their tales of woe, in order to cement the psychopathic bond that they've created by love bombing and flattering us. They use pity plays to portray a façade of real humanity and emotional depth. They pretend to be good people going through rough times and this is how they are able to manipulate anyone who is kind and loving. So BEWARE of the "Pour Me" routine. As Martha Stout writes: "The most reliable sign, the most universal behavior, of unscrupulous people is not directed, as one might imagine, at our fearlessness".

I'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.

Uplifting words

"How can I help others, she thinks, when I can't even help myself" (***TRIGGER WARNING*** I write my poems to vent about self harm and depression so take care of yourselves <3)

Grow old with me, the good is yet to be (: I wanna say thanks for my sistahh from another mistah (@Rola007) I loved the name you chose for my new book, it's so catchy !^_^! And a special thanks for rasha (@MelodyRush) for editing yhe book's cover :)

The struggle between Good and Evil has begun

[FEATURED on @WattpadPoetry] Everything is Art. A collection of poems, whose main idea is to tell stories. Both depressing and inspiring, sad and happy, pale and full of colour, they are here to show life in its many aspects through the eyes of a sad dreamer. (Every poem is better than the previous one. That's how anthologies work.) I DO NOT own any of the used pictures, nor intend to make profit out of them. All credit goes to the right artists. Copyright © 2018 wildnature777

No real connections. No real patterns. Just poetry for poetry's sake. Hope you enjoy. - Fledgling Writer

I asked my heart, One fine day... Does it hurt when you beat? Can you feel me when I'm broken? Why do you skip a beat when I smile? Do you really exist or just a notion? My heart quietly whispered... There's a storm raging in my silence, Quietly brewing with every beat One day, it will break in A light would shine so bright that Glitters like diamonds, twinkles like stars That brightens the deserted paths... Till then, Let me tell you a story Where a girl sketches her theory, About new hopes and fresh starts, Whispering her 'Poems By Heart'...❤