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

A years worth of words through poems and little bits of writing. Completed. (Short story #593 3/10/14)(Poetry #217 14/10/14)

Here's a collection of poems that I wrote. I wrote this a couple years back when I was a little fetus. it's really bad and you'll probably cringe. I can't bring myself to delete it tho because it's a reminder of how much I've grown

my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]

ephemeral (noun): lasting a very short time; short lived; temporary. [highest ranking omfg: #104 in poetry]

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

There is a small thread between truth and lies, between love and hate and between you and I. However, the thread can easily be broken; that's when life begins. I'm school, you read. You've spend hours reading 1,000 year old poems and studying authors that died years ago, but perhaps - just maybe; it's not about learning and memorizing other people's words. it's about learning to write for yourself.. If life was written in poetry, what words would be running through your head at the time in the night you are most honest?

''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain away, But maybe I can help to ease it as much as I can. You are all loved. All writing belongs to me, unless stated otherwise. This is my blood so please don't take it and pretend it is yours. Because you are not the one who bled on these pages. Please respect that. {c.d.} #wattys2016