Do you know the different shades of red? How if you let them in, the shades consume your head. One touch and your colour changes completely. But left alone, you fade and become nothing more than a shade of grey. Evan is red and Ava is blue, together they light up like a lilac sky.

We are all judged and viewed in different ways. Stereotypical labels and rumours are all we care about. We all blame the society but seem to forget that we are the society. We are the one's who have been questioned by society, the one's who are socialy different, the one's who see the world in a different light, we are the one's who fight, for our right to be noticed and seen...we are the outcast. Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world there are only individuals. This is a collection of self written and original poems. There is also poems written that aren't mine.

Maybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, because in reality... we are society. I've come to realize that just maybe, were all meant to be a little insane.

Compilation of dark poems. - Trigger Warning. Highest Rankings: Poetry #24 Short Story #44 (7·07·14)

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

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 credits belong to their respective owners.

[WATTYS 2015] Perfect. Our human nature goal. It's our want. It's our need. We want the perfect appearance, the perfect family, the perfect career, the perfect husband or wife, everything has to be perfect. But what exactly is perfect? Who creates the rules that would make something perfect? Society does, we do, we are the creators so can we change it? Because it is perfect by the book.

❝Suicide (Latin suicidium, from sui caedere, "to kill oneself") is the act of intentionally causing one's own death. ❞ Cover by @_serenay

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

It is easy to lose yourself around the bright lights if you have got dark soul. Words are masterpieces carved from the blue of our souls and sprinkled with midnight regrets. All rights reserved. © DirectionerRia17 (#1 in poetry on 11/07/2016) (#8 in poetry on 18/01/2016) (#9 in poetry on 07/01/2016) (#1 in poetry, What's Hot section on 11/07/2016)