what a strange feeling

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]

my homemade poetry #94 in poetry on 17 Dec 2015, 10am #33 in poetry on 31 Dec 2015, 12.36pm #12 in poetry on 17 Jan 2016, 11.58pm All rights reserved © Cover designed by @dcrktimes

I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved

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

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

ǁ Spurts and snippets, like coffee on the tip of a spoon, thoughts that come and go too soon, penned by this poet, the loon. All by the light of the moon. Highest Rank : #87 11/18/15

ǁ [WATTPAD FEATURED BOOK 2.4.2016] Shadows that whisper your name. ǁ #23 on 11/23/15