phobia » poetry
persistent, irrational fear of a specific object, activity, or situation that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #20 in poetry 」
persistent, irrational fear of a specific object, activity, or situation that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #20 in poetry 」
Observe these syllables I have arranged in no particular order and pretend to feel some sort of way. Featured story, highest rank #2 in poetry All rights reserved © #Wattys2016
"The colors of knowledge splash onto the blank canvas of my mind," -ddiaz80 These poems are based on most colors of the color spectrum and will be laced with my emotions. Enjoy :) {Criticism would be very much appreciated}. I DO NOT OWN THE ARTWORK FOR THE COVER
Table of Contents Free Verse: Gypsy Acrostic-Etheree-Reverse Etheree: Tenderness Pantoum: Mystic Waters Conceit: He's Like a Shawl Haibun: Diamond Moon Refrain: Lushness so Lusted Haiku Trilogy: Hunters Anaphor: Out of the Rain Aliliteration: Savage Seasons Dectine Refrain: The Moon as Muse
to be free with your thoughts to take comfort in your mind to be as changing as the shifting sands to open your mind to light to ramble on about things unsaid to look back over the tides to understand the ramblings of your mind that is to truly write Highest Ranking: 11th in Poetry on 9/28/15
"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.]
it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.
A compilation of thoughts from Day 1 to present. (Finished) Other works: Overdosed Misplaced
❝We all are addicted to something that ruins us.❞ Just some powerful quotes that I found and compiled them into a book. Highest rank; #1 in Poetry (straight #1 from March 16, 2016 - April 18, 2016)
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
I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved