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

[Wattpad Featured Book][#13 poetry and #5 in sonnet][#2 in ponder] What is a thought? A fickle thing is it not? With it pain may be wrought and or salvation brought. It is this that I sought, to express my inner thought. Enjoy what I have brought, for thoughts are not so easily caught.

Taste my desire for life and love, adventure and honesty, on my chapped lips and tongue. Drink from me, the light of unseen tomorrows. Empty me of all that I made myself of; what I think I am. I am a huge zap between reality and imagination. Bridge me already. **** Highest ranking in Poetry-#12 ©VioletEden2015

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

["I'm lost in a forest of thoughts and the trees are in flames."] Poems of some sort and thoughts and feelings and questions that will never be answered. Highest ranking: 73rd in poetry - 23.2.16 *cover made by @-misadventures*

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

Poems; Woe and hope, love and despair Poems mend us, they repair. Broken souls mixed with broken minds, Poems teach us what it is to be alive. They offer thoughts to inspire. They give us hope to aspire, They answer unanswerable questions They offer plausible suggestions. Poems are just words. Words of truth in a world of lies.