"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...
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...
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.
"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 :)
[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 ant...
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...
