solivagant

you are the words left unsaid on my dry lips the whisper of something i wanted but could not have

seams and stitching ♡ published

"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]

is it still a joke now?

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. : )

Breaths

❝ everything inside of me is living in your heartbeat. ❞ © nate k. 2015

Spilled Ink

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

Drops of Moonlit Sadness

Cover credit: @feministee ****Collection of original poems by me where the topics range from love to life to madness and everything in between**** Only tormented souls can put into words the thoughts that others dare not even think. Poetry is such an act of bravery where soul, language and emotions mate to give birth...

Winter Trails

Winter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it still is though.

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a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

shades of blue

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

Absurda.

Cada loco con su tema. El problema es que tengo demasiados. Ilustraciones de Sara Herranz.