Quotes, poems, thoughts Writing is the only way to get out your feelings those that have been stuck in your heart for years and thats why i decided to write this, this is my first book and i hope you all love it so feel free to comment & write your opinion VOTING FOR MY STORY WILL MEAN ALOT TO ME, also you can request me to write about a topic that you want ! xD Those things that i write are all from my imagination. #25 in poetry 4/23/2016.

This is going to be pages full of 3 AM thoughts or pure poetry, because we've all had our thoughts tangled up, and we've all had our hearts shattered in enough pieces to make us write about it. Everything you read in here is written by the publisher.

"Words forgotten are wisdom forsaken." - Anonymous. Break a mirror and you might have bad luck (superstition) but the truth is break a mirror and you'll see pieces of who you really are reflected in the shards. This collection chronicles the little sneak peaks you get to see of yourself in every shard. Highest ranking: 72 [27/11/2015] Cover credit: cmstevens13 All rights reserved. All images used herein belong to their respective owners. Copyright reserved 2015 Kay M.

"We've all got our horrors and our demons to fight. But how can I win when I'm paralyzed?"-Bring Me The Horizon Poetry has been a big part of my life for a long time now. I express my feelings on these pages (screens?) because sometimes it's hard to talk. I write everyday so I can stay strong. These poems aren't just for me; they're for you, too. You're beautiful. You're loved. And you're not alone. *Trigger Warning* Poems I've written. Memories of things I'd rather forget. Scars on my skin. Scars on my heart. My demons. Everything I've ever felt. These poems describe my life.

These short and no where near sweet poems were once a secret way to purge a young girls darkest memories and thoughts.

To the feelings I have created for myself to feel for soldiers out there. Something I consider irrelevant, so relevant to me now that it saddens me. To see our world have to fight. We must fight or we will die. There is not a choice in the world I couldn't make but Fight? I wouldn't fight to kill or to hurt. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm right. Aren't we all different.

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

He was depressed...He hid it well..he believed no one cared about him..he always wore a smile and laughed and he thought he was happy. But everytime he would be reminded late at night that he wasnt happy..his thoughts were always there waiting to creep in...all those thoughts just waiting till he was alone they came strong he felt as if he was suffocating from his thoughts. He felt like the only way to escape his thoughts was to cut everyone out. He didnt believe that this made his depression worse but it did. He hid his secret well all it took was a smile and his normal laugh. Everyone thought he was happy. He thought it was funny how a simple smile could hide so much pain and no one would notice. He felt as though he couldnt take another blow to his heart and he was right...all it took was one last insult to shred this boy to pieces. Thats all it took for him to want to end it all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?