"There is always a reason why a pen meets paper in the world of poetry. My reason is the title." Achievements: #1 in What's Hot (Poetry) #7 in Poetry(10-03-2016) When you wake up in the morning, you complain that the night was too short. Have you tried staying up all night doing NOTHING? It can feel as long as a lifetime. _______________________________ A collection of insomniac poems and one-liners (elegies, epigrams, odes, threnodies, verses), and quotes. Cover by:-@Cutie25pie

Poetry & very short stories. Some are real, some are fantasies. // #11 in Poetry (February 24th 2016) Cover by the amazing @sighstiles

Here are the words I could never say aloud. Please proceed with caution. My soul is at your fingertips. xx hiraeth [hɨraɪ̯θ] (n). a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that never was

A Wattpad Featured Book Poems from the deepest stretches of my mind on life, emotions and, of course, the obscure... Cover made using Wattpad covers. I do not own the cover. Cover art made by DeadOceans at DeviantArt.com

i know who i am. and i know who i do not want to be. i am easy in my own skin even while i struggle. i am anything but perfect, but that is okay. and i love the ocean. many of these have something to do with that. i also love people who live there. the rest of these have something to do with them. some have nothing to do with either.

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

You are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly

Journey Home c.2013, Olan L. Smith Journey Home is a collection of poems that is a personal search for my spiritual home. I go about this search with the tools of poetry using the English language as my map. Love, peace and freedom, Olan L. Smith

WARNING: 'There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.'

A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.