They told her to design a life she loved, but she could never think of the way love would look in her life.

Hello and welcome. You can call me Alex. I'm extremely pleased to meet you, if that's the right term to use, since technically we haven't met. Anyway, before you go any further, I'd like to warn you. You're stepping into a dangerous and crazy place...my mind. Yes, these are my letters, written by me, Alex, Society's Creation. Everything you read is true. So therefore my dear friend, I warn you, because even I am scared of myself.

This is my volume of poetry. The poems that are featured in here, are mostly poems I quickly scribbled down and found that they're actually decent. By reading said poems...I am leading you into my interesting, somewhat messed up mind (hence the title: 'Wild Minds')

The story of a 14 year of boy living with anxiety, and how he got over it. --Disclaimer 1-- WARNING! Some parts of this book can get emotional, and dark. If you have the tendency to take 'the feels' too far, I'd advise that you read at your own risk, or stop reading now. Most parts of this book are fictional, but some parts may relate to real life situations. Me, being somewhat of a victim of anxiety or depression, knows how hard it is to live with it. If you have been affected by this book, please come talk to me about it and I will consider rewriting parts of the book if it has affected many people Thank you, Callum Browne --Disclaimer 2-- The people and characters in this book are entirely fictional. Any real life resemblance with any person, living or dead, it's entirely coincidental. Real life companies and franchises have been used in the making of this book, and that is the only leeway between fiction and nonfiction Thank you very much for reading Callum Browne

crashing waves. thunderstorms. destruction. they all f e e l like you. shade. tears. stagnant rivulets. they all l o o k like me.

These are poems I've written, they're all original and if I do write other people's poems I'll give them credit

[ collection of depressed thoughts - cover by @soundthealarm ]

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

No one reads my shit, But if you do, Thanks, I wrote it for you. ^Aha! Already rhyming! And you haven't even gotten to the actual poems yet! I am killin' the game. Okay, no, but seriously, I will be updating this as often as possible. I don't claim to be an expert, I just like to talk about death. So bare with me, and please give me criticism so I can get better thanks. Also I update my already written poems, like a lot, I re-read them almost every day, so they will change, hopefully to be better. Not drastically, I'll add things, or remove them, just to make things clearer. Because sometimes I'll be reading a certain section and I'll be all "What the fuck, Allie, that doesn't make any fuckin' sense." Mostly I write in the moment, so the feeling and pain behind the words are raw, and I just go back later to clean up any muddiness that occurs during the ranting if that makes sense.

his hands were blue his eyes black his lips were white and his cheeks red but all people saw was a rainbow s h o r t p o e m s - a k a :: results of too often exaggerated yet too real emotions number twenty-eight in poetry on april seventeenth (just how??) [lowercase intended] w a r n i n g : some poems deal with sensitive topics i take no credit for the picture