A brief poetry anthology. This collection was a Showcase Finalists in the Atty Awards. Quaternion: "I Knew a Girl with Winter in her Eyes" Ode: "Chicory & Lace" Rhyme Royal: "Le Premier" Nonnet: "When Birds Fly Together" Recueillement: "Overgrowth" Free Verse: "Seven Years" Rhyming Couplets: "I Speak Fluent Poetry" Haiku 5-7-5: "I only saw the blue in the Rainbow" Rhyming Octonaries: "Weep for me at Midnight Noon" Monostich: "Close" Enjambment: "Empty Packages"

Winter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it still is though.

the kind of poems you only write when it's raining and 3am. book cover design by @_wacKo x

She wears a smile A golden ring She fakes a laugh And out it rings You think you have it This is her life But you dont know What lies inside of my eyes

My thoughts in poems. I'm not suicidal or even truly unhappy. I'm just confused and lost and I hope someone out there understands. These are the everyday thoughts I have that float around in my mind. This is my life, in poems. I like my poems and I hope you do too. Comment, vote, enjoy! New cover made by AyaPotter. Cute, hmm? Update: I was 14 as I began this book. I am now 17. My views have changed since beginning this collection and it would be much appreciated if you, reader, would keep that in mind while reading. I don't like editing after I've written and most of this has remained untouched since publication. We all change though. These are feeling in moments of passion, not utter truth, and no, not brilliance despite what I've been told. I know otherwise. Do not fall fate to the trap of these words and think everything through before accepting any of someone else's opinion even if it sounds good and true the first time reading or hearing it. I am not perfect by far and I've made mistakes. ALWAYS keep this in mind. 2020 edit: I'm going on 22 now, and honestly I wish I had the spunk of when I was 17. Hot damn. Also I'm transgender and at the time of writing this, I hadn't come out or even found out that was possible so there's a lot of misgendering of myself that I'm editing. I don't edit usually but I'm sick of people calling me she in the comments. They or he please. 2022: they/them only now please. He/him pronouns are pissing me off lately.

This is only a small selection of Windswept The full collection is due for publication by Outerbank Publishing Group very shortly. It can be pre ordered at http://www.outerbankpublishing.com/store/#/Windswept-Poems-of-Love/p/53782074/category=14187005 A collection of spiritual poetry of the heart.

A poem about a girl that is inside in the mirror , got trapped herself in the mirror. She is having a great pain inside her , ( and you can relate "inside her" as the mirror).

My life, my poetry. Nonetheless, my story.

you don't know me, but i knew her. [ 07.17.13 ; 12:36 ]