Stagnant
[ collection of things that never really fit, short stories, poems, whatevers ] Things that could be so much more, and yet churned to a stop.
[ collection of things that never really fit, short stories, poems, whatevers ] Things that could be so much more, and yet churned to a stop.
to be free with your thoughts to take comfort in your mind to be as changing as the shifting sands to open your mind to light to ramble on about things unsaid to look back over the tides to understand the ramblings of your mind that is to truly write Highest Ranking: 11th in Poetry on 9/28/15
I didn't mind if my fingertips were rusted with coffee grounds, or if my palm still hosted bread crumbs, I reached out my hand across the table, and you squeezed it but proved me wrong. My mind was spiraling, my heart, unstable. ____________________________
I'm fine I'm fine I'll be fine. | A story told through verse. WARNING: Because of the themes I introduce in this book (eating disorders, strong language, and self harm), Wattpad has rated this story mature. HOWEVER, I personally recommend this to be PG-13, so don't be afraid to check out "I'm Fine" if you'...
In which there is a debate between an optimist and a pessimist. If you don't know what either means, don't be embarrassed. An optimist always thinks that the world is full of hope. The pessimist will just shake his head and say, "Nope". So do you think it's right to believe everything is great every day? Or see th...
Try to hear, don't leave me hoping. Please, don't try to quit. Just answer this one simple thing, Can you hear it? Won competition to be published in Creative Communication 2016 Spring Anthology
Ain't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile meanings, Come on in! #5 Rank 17th & 25th Aug 2015- Best Coexistence...
"We choose our sorrows and our joys long before we experience them." © 2015 by NoiseOfSilence. All rights reserved.
in which a girl looks at the world around her trying to decipher the real meaning of love. 1st book in the is/are series cover credits: @lenity published and copyright 2015 (slowly-dyxng) #4 in Poetry [lowercase intended]
"You are my poetry," He said. "You are the words that make me," She said. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #48 in Poetry 2/4/2017 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All credits belong to their respective owners.
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. : )
❝ As the summer falls upon the end comes the beginning of a warm romance. ❞ (Secret Santa Service present for @AnchoredShips) © nate k. 2014
Dear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All cre...
//Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder, my life is a storm// her name was elena and he had none they both had a strange passion for rain and whatever their souls were made of, they were the same. [currently on hold due to exams, however thanks so much for taking the time to read it! I love you all & I'll...
the scrape of a prism on us; you're the paintbrush and i am your canvas and together we draw so many convoluted lines on our lives.
A collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
❝I'm starting to get bad again.❞ - Charlie A collection of thoughts made into poems by yours truly. {Highest Rank: #165 in Poetry}
i will shed myself of humanity and hold it within my aching chest, as if it will stop the burning. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
“but i must admit i miss you quite terribly. the world is too quiet without you nearby. i go to bed early and rise late and feel as if i have hardly slept at all.”